By
Charity Nyoni
I trembled as my eyes darted too and from each word on the note that my husband Mart had left on the dressing table,
Hie Sandra
By the time you read this note, I will be far gone, back to my country of origin. I’m sorry to have lied about my identity, I am not Zimbabwean. I am so sorry to have stringed you along for fifteen years, to me this was not a marriage but an experiment. That is why I refused to have kids with you. I have transfered the house and company to your name as a way of compensation. You are a good woman but you are not the one for me. I hope you forgive me and find peace,
Your husband Mart
That is how the note read.
I sat there, curled in a chair, the bedroom getting much bigger at the echoing of each of the note’s word. I felt angry mostly at God and not Mart because He allowed this cruel guy to fool me. I prayed for a husband and God gave me this experimenter.
In my rage, l found myself praying and asking God to punish Mart in the most severe way.
As Mart was trying to cross the border to Botswana he met with a fatal accident. Since l was still recognized as his wife the police called me to see him at the hospital.
Mart is now disabled for the rest of his life. Should l take care of him?
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