We were both enraged at one another. My wife could tell I was ready to keep animosity with her that morning by my look. She was enraged as well, but she didn’t mind playing along.
She shut the doors behind me and followed me out of the house. Because we don’t have a car, we take the same bus to work every morning and make sure we sit next to each other.
I was supposed to drop her off at Zesco.
But I didn’t want to sit next to her today. So I sat in the back seat, while she sat in the front, next to a handsome police officer.
The man glanced at my wife. I saw the way he looked at her hair and face with so much admiration. Then he told her she looked beautiful. My wife smiled and told him thank you.
He asked my wife where she was going and she told him she was heading to work.
All this while, I was sitting behind and listening to their conversation.
“My name is Mwansa Mweemba. I am a police officer as you can see from my uniform. I was just posted to Lusaka a month ago. Right now I am heading to my place of assignment.”
My wife nodded her head. When the conductor requested for my wife to pay her transport fare, the officer offered to pay. He pulled out a K50 and Said Two.
My wife thanked him and smiled.
Then the officer continued.
“So I will be dropping soon at Munali I am accommodated at Chelston Police Camp. I don’t know if you can drop by someday to say hello to me. Can I have your number?”
I didn’t waste any more time. I tapped my wife on her shoulders immediately.
And then I asked her.
“Hope you remembered to put a spoon inside Kasubas lunch box? You know you always forget.”
My wife was puzzled. She was probably wondering who Kasuba is, and why I had chosen to talk to her. Before she could ask any further questions I added.
“Try to pick her up from school early today. I will be coming back home late. You can cook ifinkubala for me for dinner so that when I return I will eat something before bed.”
My wife was confused.
Then she glanced at the police man and returned her gaze to me. She understood what I was trying to do.
“Yes, honey.” She nodded.
The police man turned and saw me. He greeted me. Then he asked my wife.
“Is that your husband?”
My wife nodded. The police man glanced at me again and again.
Then he glanced for the last time and smiled at me.
I didn’t smile back.
When we got to the Chainama I dropped from the bus and dragged my wife along with me.
My wife couldn’t stop laughing. While we were about to board another bus, she asked me.
“Honey, who is Kasuba?”
“Kasuba is our future daughter. Jump on the bus let us go.”
My wife laughed.
We boarded another bus to and this time, we sat together. Side by side in the bus. And this time I paid for her.
When you give your partner distance, both emotionally and physically, you let the devil occupy that space. He takes your position without your permission and builds a home for himself in your place. Don’t let the devil have a place in your home. Cover all grounds.
Make your presence known.
May God bless your marriage and relationship.