He shared with me the story of his life, how he met his wife here in Zimbabwe, went to Nigeria together, met some oil barons zvakaita kuti atange Chirandu Service Stations. He did not say much about his ex wife.
Isu vakadzi tisu tine dzungu, tinobva tataura zvese zvese about our ex hahahaha, kunge kupedzera shungu dzekuti I did not get a chance to tell the culprit his story so the next man has to listen to this.
This reckless talk simply makes the guy treat you the same, ko handiti unenge wazvijaira here, and if someone did it to you and got away with it, why won’t this one do the same? He talked a lot about his kids and his mother, their grandma who was living with the kids during the holidays. I also did not ask much, that was enough. I have learnt kutamba iri kurira, it was our time, zvimwe zvese zvange zvisina basa.
Pandakazotanga kutaura about my restaurant, he was impressed to know that I am the one who practically prepare his meals…. I passed by some ideas on how to change my restaurant and he perfected it. I felt excited, restored, recreated. By the time we left it was almost midnight.
Pandange ndoda kubuda mumota make he kissed my hand and said, “I wish tonight never ended, thank you Stella.” I melted, I felt that way too. I quickly drove home, when I was opening the gate I noticed he was behind me, when I closed the gate, he drove past. Ummmm my fairytale, dreams can come true. The guy is practically taking care of mwaaah.
As expected, vaMukonoweshuro was not at home, I jumped into bed like a crazy teenager, and I dozed off as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up ndave kuteiwa nezuva, for the first time in almost three years ndakange ndararawo till kwaedza. Usually ndaimuka ndichingofunganya around 2am ndosaka ndaikwanisa kuenda kuRestaurant by 4am. I called the Restaurant and gave orders. I went in my kitchen to prepare something to eat; I was jovial, singing zvangu Pah Chihera’s Ndirwo Rudo, zvekuti handina kuona Dan akamira padoor akanditarisa;
“Ndiani azokukwirawo mai Fadzie ” akadaro roaring with laughter at his sick joke.
“Excuse me?” I took time to get what he meant.
“Ndati ndiani azokubvisa hasha dzebonde”.
“Oh that …..” I laughed and brushed it off zvakamushamisa. I added his plate too on the kitchen table kuti tidye tese breakfast. I was chit chatting about my plans of revamping the restaurant, not expecting any response from him, I was simply thinking aloud, trying to incorporate Tino’s suggestions, though in my comments the name Tino was very much silent.
I enjoyed talking and thinking about another man at Dan’s face in broad daylight, in his patriarchal, matrimonial home, I had gotten my revenge, I was saving my title, Mrs Stella-Daniel Mukonoweshuro hahaha. Kufara kwangu kunenge kwakamushaisa appetite nekuti akadya zvishoma akandidzvokora, achibva abuda. Previously I would have gone on and on, telling him how he had let me down, how I loved him, how he ruined our marriage, the animal inside him, how selfish, how evil… he knew the list of his all time sins, but obviously he did not care. Nevertheless on this particular day, I was too happy to think of that, so I set poor Dan free, physically and of course, to my pride, emotionally.
However his rude rhetoric gave me an idea. If I give and get attention from some other man, I will be happy, including being at peace with my husband nhaika. So two can play that game. What I wanted was to be happy, it did not matter who or what brought the happiness, but I was going to be really happy, surrounding myself with people who loved and appreciated me.
After bathing I hesitated to put on my chef’s uniform, suddenly it looked too big and ugly hahahahaha. So I decided to put on the waitress’ uniform, I was going to do waitressing, my cooks were well trained and my sauces were mixed already so I could play waitress. The pantihose and my Italian stilettos gave me the exotic finish I needed.
By the time I checked my phone, I had two missed calls from you-know-who and ten app messages. Sometimes I even forgot where my phone was hapana ainditsvaga, I was always in my own world, but apa I was starting to get used to nice messages anyhow, anytime. It was nice messages from Tino, he was looking forward to being together again. I did too.
Pandakapinda muRestaurant all my employees said woooow, we all laughed it off. At 1230 hours, Tino came in for Sunday lunch. Ndakaendesa order yake iri double including my plate, he expected to see me in my overalls but I surprised him too, he stared at me and I enjoyed the attention as we flirted at the dining table, while we had lunch together ...
This reckless talk simply makes the guy treat you the same, ko handiti unenge wazvijaira here, and if someone did it to you and got away with it, why won’t this one do the same? He talked a lot about his kids and his mother, their grandma who was living with the kids during the holidays. I also did not ask much, that was enough. I have learnt kutamba iri kurira, it was our time, zvimwe zvese zvange zvisina basa.
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Pandange ndoda kubuda mumota make he kissed my hand and said, “I wish tonight never ended, thank you Stella.” I melted, I felt that way too. I quickly drove home, when I was opening the gate I noticed he was behind me, when I closed the gate, he drove past. Ummmm my fairytale, dreams can come true. The guy is practically taking care of mwaaah.
As expected, vaMukonoweshuro was not at home, I jumped into bed like a crazy teenager, and I dozed off as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up ndave kuteiwa nezuva, for the first time in almost three years ndakange ndararawo till kwaedza. Usually ndaimuka ndichingofunganya around 2am ndosaka ndaikwanisa kuenda kuRestaurant by 4am. I called the Restaurant and gave orders. I went in my kitchen to prepare something to eat; I was jovial, singing zvangu Pah Chihera’s Ndirwo Rudo, zvekuti handina kuona Dan akamira padoor akanditarisa;
“Ndiani azokukwirawo mai Fadzie ” akadaro roaring with laughter at his sick joke.
“Excuse me?” I took time to get what he meant.
“Ndati ndiani azokubvisa hasha dzebonde”.
“Oh that …..” I laughed and brushed it off zvakamushamisa. I added his plate too on the kitchen table kuti tidye tese breakfast. I was chit chatting about my plans of revamping the restaurant, not expecting any response from him, I was simply thinking aloud, trying to incorporate Tino’s suggestions, though in my comments the name Tino was very much silent.
I enjoyed talking and thinking about another man at Dan’s face in broad daylight, in his patriarchal, matrimonial home, I had gotten my revenge, I was saving my title, Mrs Stella-Daniel Mukonoweshuro hahaha. Kufara kwangu kunenge kwakamushaisa appetite nekuti akadya zvishoma akandidzvokora, achibva abuda. Previously I would have gone on and on, telling him how he had let me down, how I loved him, how he ruined our marriage, the animal inside him, how selfish, how evil… he knew the list of his all time sins, but obviously he did not care. Nevertheless on this particular day, I was too happy to think of that, so I set poor Dan free, physically and of course, to my pride, emotionally.
However his rude rhetoric gave me an idea. If I give and get attention from some other man, I will be happy, including being at peace with my husband nhaika. So two can play that game. What I wanted was to be happy, it did not matter who or what brought the happiness, but I was going to be really happy, surrounding myself with people who loved and appreciated me.
After bathing I hesitated to put on my chef’s uniform, suddenly it looked too big and ugly hahahahaha. So I decided to put on the waitress’ uniform, I was going to do waitressing, my cooks were well trained and my sauces were mixed already so I could play waitress. The pantihose and my Italian stilettos gave me the exotic finish I needed.
By the time I checked my phone, I had two missed calls from you-know-who and ten app messages. Sometimes I even forgot where my phone was hapana ainditsvaga, I was always in my own world, but apa I was starting to get used to nice messages anyhow, anytime. It was nice messages from Tino, he was looking forward to being together again. I did too.
Pandakapinda muRestaurant all my employees said woooow, we all laughed it off. At 1230 hours, Tino came in for Sunday lunch. Ndakaendesa order yake iri double including my plate, he expected to see me in my overalls but I surprised him too, he stared at me and I enjoyed the attention as we flirted at the dining table, while we had lunch together ...
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