Mad In Love-Episode 1
I was dashing home to give my sweet boyfriend the information just to open the door and blessing my eyes with a scene of my Daniel pushing himself into my pal Chola as they each moaned in pleasure.
I hurriedly packed my massive hand bag, a pair of jeans, two body tops and a black blouse. Adding a container of my lotion, my perfume, roll on and my make up kit, nicely simply in case I needed to do my face, funerals for current days, you can never tell. The make up kit may come in handy. I placed my bag in the back seat of my vehicle and walked back inside. I just forgot to park a pair of shoes. All I needed was a pair of pumps and slippers. ” You are going for two days only Jennifer!” I scolded myself as l checked around if I left anything. I sighed recalling I wanted to elevate something to cover myself with in the night. Knowing my aunt would no longer have so much to provide each spouse and children some beddings at the funeral, I couldn’t chance going to get myself squeesed in someone’s covers lest it obtained cold. ” Well that’s it!” I murmered to myself looking at myself in the mirrow. I wore a black body top with black leggings, knowing I will throw over my chitenge when I obtained to Kabwe. My hair was blanketed in a gray head sock. Locking the door to my house, I obtained in my vehicle and commenced the engine almost immediately.
Probably questioning who this busy body is?, Well am Jennifer Makasa, a single girl aged 26, working as a banker in Lusaka at NATSAVE Bank. I got a name that the brother to my aunty(Ex wife to my uncle, the young brother to my mother) died the previous day. Having grown up near to my aunty, it mattered much less that she and my uncle were no longer together, I wanted to be there for her and having a weekend ahead, I knew I could use it to be there. I knew the man who died, I saw him as I grew up though he by no means visited my aunty often. His wife used to be a accurate lady and exact with hair plaiting, I knew cause I constantly went to have my hair done before I finish my course.
As I joined Cairo road, riding from my domestic in Makeni Villa, I fixed the seat belt and raised my head high to have a clear view of the road ahead. It used to be around 7 in the morning so being a Saturday, the road was not conjested yet. Increasing the velocity as I handed Kabwe round about I let my thinking wild off as the gradual tracks I was listening to in the car got to my ears soothing the emptiness that I was feeling. ” lt’.s not what you suppose babe” came the voice of my ex boyfriend pushing via the serenity that the songs were bringing to my heart. My ideal boyfriend, who I thought was the man I would settle with even if I by no means cherished him much, broke my heart through getting intimate and making out in my own residence with my quality friend.
I had walked in unannounced one afternoon after getting a ailing leave from work. Daniel had come to visit me all the way from Choma where he was working from and he was going to stay for a week. Which sincerely induced me to pretend a sickness and sign for some days off. I was dashing home to give my sweet boyfriend the information just to open the door and blessing my eyes with a scene of my Daniel pushing himself into my pal Chola as they each moaned in pleasure. ” What the hell!” I shouted losing my hand bag and the ill notice I was holding to exhibit to Daniel. They each startled standing up as Daniel looked at me his face still filled with his unfinished business. My buddy just bow her head I wondered what she was feeling, honestly not shame, purpose I had assumed a character with a feel of shame wouldn’t bang her exceptional friend’s man particularly in her own house.
” Jen, babe it’s not what you suppose ” Daniel stood before me making an attempt to preserve my hand. ” And what is it that you think, l am thinking?” I requested pushing his hand away from mine. He stammered misplaced for words, I couldn’t make out whatever from the whisper that got here from his large lips. ” Get out of my house both of you!” I snored angrily. ” Get out! ” I shouted further pushing back the tears that shaped in my eyes, even even though it was too late as I felt their warmth run down my properly made up face. ” Let’s talk about this babe, please. I was simply ….” ” Dan!” I cut him quick elevating my hands. ” I swear to God if l come back here to find each of you still here, believe me I am willing to serve a sentence even as you rot in hell!” I snapped and pushed him aside making passage for myself as I walked to my bedroom. I heard Chola speak in a low voice tone and my heart pumped quicker with the sense of her betrayal.
A few minutes later I heard Dan’s auto engine revving and I quickly grabbed his small laptop computer bag putting all his small matters internal and rushed out earlier before he should drive away. ” Take your cursed things you jerk! And by no means come back to my house again!” I shouted throwing the bag at him and no longer minding the cracking of the laptop which was inside. ” As for you” I said pointing my finger at my satisfactory friend.” You will simply have a taste of what you have carried out to me!” I advised her off and didn’t wait to hear her response as I ran again internal locking my door like I was scared they may come back.
“Peeeeeeep eeeeeeep!” Came the sound of a car behind me bringing me back to my senses. I didn’t comprehend the visitors lights had indicated green. I sighed stepping away from the brakes as l drove on. ” They are not useful my tears!” I whispered to myself and wiped the tears from my face. After all I had been a single girl for over 3 months and even though I missed being with both of them, I had decided to move on without them.
The 2 hours drive to Kabwe came to a cease and as I parked my auto by the road side, outside the funeral house, I noticed few faces turn my way. I composed myself getting my Chitenge and wrapped it around my waist earlier before stepping out. The voice of my aunty calling out my title as I acquired to the entrance made me to be aware the tradition of wailing as one visited a funeral house particularly that I was regarded family.
” Oh my God! Uncle mwayaaa!” I yelled out feeling off as I didn’t sense that a whole lot ache Inside myself. The others welcomed me with their crying and after some minutes it was silent and I could hear people’s voices speaking and laughing. ” Well, I whispered in my head. Some funerals are funny huh, a minute in the past people had been wailing and now they go on discussing some issues like they were in a market place.”
” How was your journey? ” aunty requested making me understand I had long past off again. ” lt was okey aunty, it’s sad uncle is gone I was devastated when I received your call yesterday” I whispered sadly and she went on explaining what befell to him. Later that night a crew of human beings got here and sung some funeral songs. They didn’t come from church though, I was told they have been a crew of drunks who sung at each funeral in the compound for a reward of Nshima. I went to take a seat outside with my aunty and other women as we listened to the songs and people laughing. Then something caught my attention. A man clad in some covers with PF labels sat silently in the corner near the men’s fireplace. A plate of Nshima on the ground as he ate slowly.
” Who is he?” I asked my aunty and she looked at the path my finger was going to.. ” Who? ” she giggled ” That man there?” I requested knowing she knew who I meant. ” Oh that man is not well, he is a mad man that goes round and settles any place there is a funeral and he in no way leaves except after burial” she explained ” Oh sad” I sighed surely feeling horrific for him even if I couldn’t see his face. ” I surprise what passed off to him to get like that” I stated not to anyone in particular.. ” in no way thinking abalumendo banomba ifyakuchitachita ( young guys of this generation are fond of issues” my aunty replied and I murmered casually. “I think I want to sleep now, l sense tired” I said and my aunty showed me a reserved space for me.
As I closed my eyes to allow sleep take me over I couldn’t quit thinking of the blurred photograph of the mad man outside. I started questioning how he was feeling being in his condition. ” Does he feel cold, does he sense any form of emotion?” I asked myself a series of questions until I felt sleep drowning me as I allowed my physique to rest amid the noise around.
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