Ndakasvirwa nadriver wegonyet andipa lift mota yangu yafira muroad. Ainge ari makuseni emuna July kuchitonhora ndichangopedza kudya breakfast, foni yangu ichibva yarira.Ndakamhanya kudaira thinking kuti it was about my job application for the accountant position but it was sister ayiti vana vake varikuda kundiona since tainge tane nguva tisati tawonana.
Kubva murume wangu ashaika 6 months ago ndainge ndisati ndavaona. After much persuasion, ndakati ndichauya kuzovaona pa weekend. Murume wangu akafa ne accident a few months ago and I had become very lonely and missed kusvirana kwataiyita. I knew I had to take a break and go someplace that didn’t remind me of my late husband.
There were times at night I would feel him next to me or in the bathroom. I felt his lips paminyatso yangu and his strong arms wrapped around my back, only to wake up ndakatota, minyatso yangu iri hard as rocks. Murume wangu was an expert pabonde. Taitamba ma games akandivhara maziso, achindisvira nekundibata ndonakirwa hangu.
Many times he would tie me pamubhedha, ondibvisa hembe dzese, ondirova magaro obva andisvira kusvikira ndakuita kuti munhu apererwa nemweya wekufema. The thought yekuita mumwe murume had not crossed my mind but I knew ndainge ndisingade kupedza hupenyu hwangu alone. Dzimwe nguva ndainzwa kuda murume ndopedzisira ndakuzvibata nekuzvisvira nema toys but ndaibva ndachema before ndatunda.
That weekend I packed enough clothes to last me a few weeks and hoped kuti ndaizowana something kuBulawayo to get me kamwe kaupenyu and a chance to let go of the memories. Before leaving the house, ndakabvisa wedding ring as a sign of moving on. Ndichipinda mu Mercedes Benz yangu I gave my house a hard long look as a final goodbye to the home that gave me so much to remember.