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Writing Fiction  With Nhamo Muchagumisa : Too Late To Find A Way Out

Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman By Nhamo Muchagumisa Mr Dera struggled to make sense of what had landed him in the ditch, but bites from bed bugs and sundry other blood sucking creatures interfered with the functionalities of his brains. How could Deline be so callous as to suggest a way of mending their relationship in order to drive him into this mud trap? A pang of jealousy assailed him. Now he was behind bars, being made a meal of by little blood sucking monsters, but his wife was free. How could he tell precisely that she was not enjoying her turn with other men? The pain of bitter betrayal roasted him to the marrow of his bones.

Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman

 

By Nhamo Muchagumisa

Mr Dera struggled to make sense of what had landed him in the ditch, but bites from bed bugs and sundry other blood sucking creatures interfered with the functionalities of his brains.

How could Deline be so callous as to suggest a way of mending their relationship in order to drive him into this mud trap?

A pang of jealousy assailed him. Now he was behind bars, being made a meal of by little blood sucking monsters, but his wife was free. How could he tell precisely that she was not enjoying her turn with other men?

The pain of bitter betrayal roasted him to the marrow of his bones. Yes, he had been having an extra marital affair with Natalya, but had Deine and he not agreed on a termination plan?

How foolish he had been to think that Deline meant no further harm beyond the liquidation of his relationship with Natalya.

No matter what horror Deline had brought into his life, Dera was the biggest player in the scandal. Had he not been the one whose lasciviousness had prevailed above reason?

Had he not been the one whose attention had almost entirely shifted towards Natalya, while his wife would only glean the last traces of his ebbing love in pretences of warm affection to kill her suspicion?

 

 

It was only three days ago when Deline had shown him a copy of his WhatsApp chat with  Natalya, which she had copied and pasted from his phone, and dictated on him the terms of the end game.

“I want you to text her a message that you wish to meet her at the quarry branch road after Fern Valley along the Masvingo Road,” his lady had said. “We will go there together around 4pm, and you will tell her in my presence that it is over.”

Her voice echoed through their bedroom as if a supernatural force was urging him to take her plan seriously.

“What if she doesn’t come. Won’t we be fools, the two of us?” He asked hopelessly.

“You think I am daft, is there anything she can deny you? Have you ever denied her anything? She will ask for a piece of my lung one of these days.”

His woman took his phone and composed the message that had rinsed his life of even the smallest  ebb of romanticism a 36 year old man could entertain.

The little blood suckers continued tormenting him. Probably, he had the sweetest blood among the inmates because the rest were either purring or snoring in their deepest slumber.

 

 

On the day Dera and Deline went out to meet Natalya he had to drive very slowly towards the rendezvous because he was not in his best state of mind and it was prudent to exercise extreme caution.

Natalya came in her best outfit, looking as mesmeric as ever, like an angel sent to bless the land after sunset, and Dera told his heart that he would never let her go. After this he was going to file for a divorce and marry her, even though the move would hurt his  minor children, he also had himself to consider.

Dera alighted from the car and walked a few paces towards his angel. But before he could fully fathom how he was going to deliver the parting message to the woman who held his heart in the palm of her hand, he heard the drone of his car engine behind him, the car manoeuvring its way back to the tarmac road. Dera could hardly tell what this meant.

To Natalya it meant nothing at all. She had not even seen the person who was driving the car away because it had tinted windows. Before she could take the next step towards the man who had lit a fire in her heart something heavy hit her on the back of her head.

It was a man’s fist, she staggered forward, and suddenly there was a strong grip on her wrist and she was being dragged to the left bank of the road.

She began to scream hysterically. Before the mystified Dera could say anything, four more men emerged from the think foliage of the trees on the sides of the road.

One of them shouted, “Mr Dera, we are at your service, this whore will never bother you again. Peace will return to your house again.”

 

 

“What’s this Charles?” Natalya had shouted at Dera, but the heavy slap of one of the ruffians landed on her face and she dropped to the ground unconscious, not only because of the heavy blow, but also as a result of fright.

Now that Natalya had lost consciousness, the villains turned on Dera, who had been yelling unintelligibly as the malcontents assaulted his girlfriend.

Heavy blows rained on him and he fell hard on the hard ground. A heavy man sat on his tummy, while he sensed a needle prick on the upper end of his left hind arm.

The whole of his hand became lifeless, then slowly a sense of paralysis spread throughout his body. It was too late to think of a way to save Natalya or himself.

When he finally reopened his eyes, he was no longer on the same spot, and it was around 7pm. He was lucky to find someone who gave him a free ride back to Mutare, hardly able to tell his story to the driver.

Once in Mutare, he decided to go to his uncle’s place. He was the right man to hear his story first.

“If your wife did that to you, it is not safe to go back home soon,” his uncle had told him wisely. “We need to find a way of mending your relationship, but the most pressing issue is to find out what happened to your girlfriend because you may end up in serious trouble.”

“I can’t even think Uncle. I wonder why those malcontents did not kill me,” Dera said.

 

 

“Never wish to die through another man’s hand. What gives one man the right to kill another? Come, get into my car, we will drive to Mutare Central Police Station.”

As the gate opened before the car, another car was approaching the gate, a police car. Uncle Taru stopped the car and waited for the officers to alight and come to his window.

“We are looking for Charles Dera,” one of the three officers said.

Uncle Taru had driven his nephew to the police post. Dera was shown the text message he “had” sent Natalya, telling her that she had destroyed his marriage and she was facing the consequences.

Dera immediately realised that his wife had driven away with his phone and had texted that message to Natalya.

He realised at once that her ploy was not to kill Natalya, but to have him serve time within the confines of prison cells. How cruel, but he was not in a position to say anything that would incriminate Deline in his defence.

Two nights after remand hearing, Dera was relieved to be visited by Natalya’s lawyer in his prison cell, asking for an out of court settlement.

“But tell me advocate,” Dera said, “how did Natalya survive the ordeal?

The lawyer grimaced a little before saying, “You shall know soon.”

 

 

Dera left the remand prison after four sleepless nights, and with a splitting headache. His uncle drove him to his (Dera’s house). Uncle and nephew were shocked to be confronted by an empty house with unlocked doors.

Deline’s phone was unreachable. Uncle Taru phoned the boarding school where Dera’s daughters learnt and they were relieved that the children were safe at school.

Uncle and nephew hired members of the neighborhood watch committee for a round the clock guard of the house before leaving for Uncle Taru’s home.

Natalya lawyer met Uncle Taru and Dera at Uncle Taru’s place. The out of court settlement included money for Natalya’s medical bills and US$500 for the trauma that Natalya had suffered.

Dera desperately wanted to see her in person, but the lawyer told him that she could not see him yet.

On his second night in Uncle Taru’s custody the reality of his situation pushed him over the  cliff edge. Deline had taken the flight to South Africa. She had sent a message to Uncle Taru telling him that she could no longer stand his nephew’s infidelity.

Dera blamed himself left right and centre. What hope did he have with Natalya? How would his children fare? All this because he had fallen into the arms of another woman.

That night as he drifted into an uneasy sleep, he saw Natalya sitting at the doorstep of his mansion, wearing a tight fitting dress top and a flowing skirt that touched the ankles of her feet. Was anything going to work with Natalya?

 

 

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Nhamo Muchagumisa is an English Language and Literature teacher, and he writes from Odzi. He writes in his own capacity and can be contacted on +263777460162. Email him at: muchagumisan@gmail.com

 

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