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Heartaches and Tears – Episode 7



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A story by Kennedy C Katongo


“You don’t have to get me. I know you think it’s about the money am having. But trust me – it has nothing to do with that. I’m just tired of marriage that’s all.” I told her.

I could see it in her eyes, she had no clue what I was talking about. But how could she get me, it was not like my marriage with Nathan was forced. Neither was I pregnant and then dragged to his place by force for him to marry me, it was neither of that.

My relationship with him was always on and off. You know, the type were we could stop talking and even start seeing other people. However, the moment we met – instead of being strangers, it was always like we were never apart in the first place.

After he finished his studies and found a Job, it didn’t take time for him to ask me to marry him. The Lord knows how excited I was, I couldn’t contain myself, beside being only 24 years of age, I thought forever after was an easy road. If only I knew better, I wouldn’t have gotten married. The feeling of missing out on a lot of things that life offered got me so mad every time I would look at him.

“Girl blink. You scaring me.” Candle laughed as she waved her hand on my face. “What are you thinking about now?” She asked.

“Its nothing. I don’t know, how am I going to break it to Nathan that I can’t do this anymore?” I sighed.

“He’s a good man, he’s a good father and that you know. So unless you have a good reason to break up with him, you ain’t going anywhere.” Candle said. Every word that came out of her mouth was against me. If only she could fit in my shoes for a second.

“You’re right on that. He’s an amazing father. I can’t say he’s ever been unfair to me. The dude has never even slapped me all his life. God help me with this!” I screamed.

“Ah! Are you sure God is going to answer that one?” Candle said as she laughed at me.

@@ @@ MWAKA @@ @@

It was more of a marathon, both Amanda and I heard clearly what Emmanuel had said. If there was one thing she hated was being disrespected.

I was the one who needed to get mad, pissed and frustrated after finding out that Mr Handsome saw me as nothing but a booty call. But that wasn’t the case, Amanda was on fire, the way we just walked from Levy to our room one would think we disappeared and appeared. I knew her very well – for that reason I just kept silent even after we reached the room. She got her phone and switched it off, after all, it was just a matter of time and Mr Saturday’s name was going to pop up on her screen.

“I can’t believe he did such.” She said as she sat down on the bed. “Who does that aii? If I knew he had such disgusting friends I wouldn’t have gone there. Aaah!” She screamed.

“Maybe Emmanuel just misunderstood the whole thing.” I said in a low voice.

“Misunderstood! Over my dead body. I wonder what would have happened if we didn’t even get the chance to listen to their small talk.” She said as she stood up. In our small room, she began pacing around. The last time I saw her this mad was when her brother got arrested for smoking weed. She almost skinned the poor boy alive.

Now Nathan, only God knows what was going through her mind now.

“Am done with him. Am done.” She said. My fingers were crossed as I watched her walk up to the fridge.

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“Just calm down. Am sure he will explain everything.” I commented.

“I don’t want him to explain anything to me. I can’t do this, it’s not like he’s going to leave his ungrateful wife for me.” She said.

I had never heard Amanda express regret concerning her relationship with Mr Saturday.




Even though I laughed and called him Sugar Daddy, it wasn’t even like that. I remember when she came back to the room drunk that day. Our faithful diver friend was with her, one hand crossing her shoulder as she tried her best to make sure Amanda didn’t fall down.

“What was the occasion?” I asked her as I opened the door.

“Nothing. It was just a small party but Amanda here was drinking for two people. Now she can’t even walk.” She giggled as they both fail on the bed. It was a mess, no balance at all.

“Mwaka! I met this dude in a posh.” She said in her wasted voice. “He was a charmer. Too bad he’s married.” She added. I looked at our Diver friend, but she seemed to have no clue with regard to what Amanda was talking about.

“Where did you meet this dude?” I asked her.

“I don’t think I met him. His the one that met me… I’m never drinking again.” She said. Our Diver friend was already up and preparing some food.

“Am so hungry.” She said as she got a bow were I had put Amanda’s nshima. She got a small pot and fixed it to warm.

“You said you never drinking again even last time. So who’s the guy?” I asked her. It wasn’t everyday that Amanda would talk about a guy, for this reason, I was intrigued. I wanted to know who she met. But that day just went by without a word. It only took a few minutes and she was fast asleep with her heavy snores. Once our friend was done eating, she decided to even sleep in our room too, her excuse being that the roommates boyfriend had come to visit her for the weekend.

The following morning, Amanda woke up around 10hrs. I found she was from bathing, with a towel wrapped around her, she was facing the small black dressing mirror as she danced and sang. It wasn’t a dance, it was more of her moving her body in front of the mirror.

‘When you say you love me…

Know I love you more…

And when you say you need me…

Know I need you more…

Boy, I adore you…’

She repeatedly sang those words. As she looked at herself.

“Hey Mwaka!” She said immediately she saw me walk in.

“Hey. What are you doing?” I asked her.

“I just woke up with this song. I’ve left some chicken for you.” She said as she continued with what she was doing.

“So about last night. You spoke about meeting some dude… Who was he?” I asked her.

“When did I tell you that?” She looked at me shyly. “I really need to stop drinking like this.” She laughed. Little did she know that her words were about to come alive.

It was then that Amanda ran me through, she told me about this man by the name of Nathan and how depressed he seemed. However, he enjoyed Amanda’s company and asked her if they could meet once more. Amanda denied his offer, instead of letting him go, she got his line and promised she was going to call him. She had no intention of calling him, after all, he had told her he’s married.

But life has a funny way of unfolding, things didn’t go as Amanda thought that would go. Instead she ended up calling him to see how he was doing. That’s how the two of them began talking, Nathan would call her from time to time and she would do the same. There friendship immediately took over, Nathan would come to see her or take her out almost every Saturday. That’s were I picked up the Mr Saturday name and began calling him that. But like it has always been, the more you spend time with someone, the more you start falling in love. Though that has never been the out come for others.

To be continued…

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