You are so original

Sir,

Kindly allow me to write a letter to unina wemntfwana, make wa Mvelo (Mvelo’s mother): Dear make wa Mvelo, if you see liquid droplets on this paper while reading, please do not suspect muti. It’s nothing but my tears that fell on the paper as I was writing.

Anyway, it’s been a long time. How are you doing? As for me I have not been feeling well ever since you left me for your home at Macudvulwini. It’s just that I have only realised it now.

The pain that I feel is like poison eating me away. It gets worse when I think that you left me because of my stupidity.
The thing is I have not been able to find peace in my inner being ever since you left. Those memories of you will haunt me until the day they lay me down. In dreams about you I wake up with perspiration.

Irreplaceable

After you left I promised myself I would easily replace you. How wrong I was? The problem is that you are just irreplaceable. There are lots of women out there, but none like you. I have searched and searched without success.
You see make waMvelo, the problem is that I have realised I cannot live without you. You are so original. It is for that reason that I decided to write you this letter today, asking you to come back to me.

After you left, out of desperation to replace you, I met Primrose, whom I soon discovered was the opposite of you. She always demanded money and beautiful things from me. You always made sure you washed and ironed my clothes whenever you visited me here at Enkamanzi.
You used to sweep and scrub the floor in my one-room stick and mud flat. But Primrose would just shout at me whenever I asked her to do these favours for me, reminding me that she is not my wife.

Yet she did want my money for her pleasures. She even complains about my stick and mud room. I never used to even ask you to do such favours for me, but you just did them.

Respect

When my mother came to greet her one morning, she just looked her in the eye and said ‘Hi there.’ But as for you, you used to show a lot of respect to my mother. You even bowed your head whenever she spoke to you.
After Primrose I met Ntobeko. She was always on Facebook and never had time for anything else. If she was not busy with Facebook, she was busy with clubbing.

She would insist on going to clubs, drink and then dance up a storm after drinking gallons of… what do they call it again… Hunters Dry, yes, that’s what they call it. And while dancing, she would open her arms, not to me, but to other men. Even though I used to drink occasionally but you never touched a drop of alcohol.

Behaviour

And like Primrose, Ntobeko insisted on wearing her pants here at home in front of my parents. One day she even lit a cigarette in front of them. You know me darling, I don’t smoke. So I was pissed off with her behaviour. There was a third one, but I won’t even describe her because she was more like the first two.
As for you make waMvelo, you loved me generously, and did a lot of favours for me. But you never asked for anything in return. You never even asked for E5 to buy airtime, or even money for bus fare.

You never demanded any material gains from me, but left it to me to figure out that you needed these things. You were always satisfied with the short walks we used to take, the wild fruits we used to pick, and the swimming we used to enjoy in Manzimnyama River.
By the way, I caught the eel that scared the wits out of you that day. I kept the tail for you so that you can also have a bite of this tasty fish. You can have it when you come back.
You deserve it darling. I have everything set for your comeback. I have even visited the electric shop for the wiring and eventual lighting of our room. So it’s just a matter of you coming back with our son.

civilised

I know how I used to despise you. I thought you were so dull and very rural. I thought they were educated, civilised, and smarter girls out there for me.
But now I know better. My friend Storotoro tells me he saw you in Manzini walking with a man the other day.
He doesn’t know that you have so many uncles. I am sure the man he saw you with was one of them.

But I have explained that to him darling. I beg of you please come back to me make wemntfwana. I’m sorry for all the things I did to offend you.
Rest assured that from Thursday I will be checking every hour in the local bus station, to see if you don’t alight from Lekelela Bus Service.
Yours in suffering, babe waMvelo.

KABASA KADLAMINI
ENKAMANZI

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