Amidst
all the confusion, Gerard resigned into himself whilst Longa attempted to find out
how much of the incident Ishmael remembered. It irked him how much she cared about
the little prick. She didn’t even have to touch him for Gerard to see her feelings
for him. Lust and fear where both feelings and in the tiny hospital room. Longa’s
fear for Gerard surpassed her lust for Ishmael so she kept her hands to herself,
looking down at him pitifully. They were all battered, Ishmael was just he only
one whose brokenness was visible.
Mice
were a problem, they snuck into people’s homes and ate their cheese. Mice deserved
be exterminated. Ishmael had been nibbling on Gerard’s cheese and he was lucky to
be alive. Longa’s begging and crying was the only thing that was keeping Gerard
from crushing Ishmael. There was a nagging thought at the back of his mind that
told him that his wife was in love with the boy but he threw it out of his mind.
The barren bitch. He never thought she would dare to cheat on him, he thought she
knew that it was stupid to even try. Chisamba was a small town and Gerard knew everything
about adultery, nobody could beat him at his game. Jessica. Ishmael. It didn’t matter.
Someone needed to pay for the disgrace. Longa couldn’t cook, her cleaning was pathetic
and her mother was the cold witch that closed her womb. She was lucky to be married
and cheating was not a fit payment for his kindness. He could have left her but
he didn’t.
Gerard
broke from his internal monologue and with flaring eyes shouted, Ka Chikala iwe
uzaona! I know where you live.”
“Ba
Gerry stop it, you are causing a scene. Let us go,” Longa said.
Maybe
it was fair. Gerard thought of all the women he had been entertaining – other men’s
women were on the list too. Longa was his wife, his baby, how was someone screwing
his baby? They were going to go home the same way they went to the hospital; together.
They were going to scream at each other until they ran out of words and then they
were going to sit in silence. The following day they were going to co-exist in the
shambles of their broken marriage and do it all over again until one of them tapped
out. There was no point, perhaps the marriage was dead. Longa refused to move out,
she was delaying the inevitable. There was no hope for them but she was the kind
that believed in things, even dead things. Tears came to Gerard’s eyes when he remembered
Longa’s collection of baby clothes and how she believed that they would have a son
one day.
Imagine
the headline: GUY IS HIT BY HIS MARRIED LOVER IN CHISAMBA LOVE DEBACLE! It was no
time for jokes but I couldn’t help myself. The situation was funny. The kind that
Mwebantu News picked up quickly for its readers to chew up and regurgitate all over
Facebook.
All
my hours in the gym were useless against Longa’s King Kong husband. Perhaps being
run over was a blessing. Salvation came in form of security guards.
"Sir
you will need to come with us."
That
was all Gerrard heard as five massive hands grabbed his person.
"Ninga
imwe bafikala mwa fuma kwisa! Fusekeni! Atase, ndekeni imwe, ndekeni! Allo imwe!
Nisiyeni nizazi chokela ata! Sumuni ziba imwe bafikamba! Mwanya!"
Whispering
prompts amongst themselves, the hospital security led Gerrard away from Ishmael
and Longa.
"I
guess you’ve already met my husband," Longa said to a bewildered Ishmael…
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