Zvidavado's diary

A SWIFT breeze swept in the orchard.
Dry leaves and twigs rustled softly on the ground
A squish-squash sound of car wipers could be heard in the stillness of Mother Nature.
Maidei was elated by the flowers that her mother had bought for her wedding bouquet.
Like any other bride to be she was mixed with emotions.
Victor had not called her and her wedding dress had not been collected.
She picked up her mobile phone to call Victor.
She quickly placed it down as a way of strengthening herself.
She looked at her bedside clock and picked up the cell phone again.
It was only 6.30 am.
“He is probably sleeping,” she said to herself.
There was a loud knock thud in the corridor she knew it could only be one person,
“Come in,” she said.
“Maidei, what are you still doing in bed? You should be ready by now. Everyone is waiting for you at the parlour,” said Mayoyo as her mother was affectionately called.
Maidei collected herself from the bed and let out a loud moan,
“Mom I don’t think I still want to do this,” she said.
Mayoyo looked at her daughter with her mouth wide open enough to lodge in a tennis ball.
She could feel her heart throbbing.
In the few seconds that her daughter had revealed her intentions, Mayoyo’s felt as if her heart had been pierced with a sharp sword. She did not know what to say.
She quickly collected her emotions which were running all over the show,
“Me too, let’s just call it off,” Mayoyo smiled at her daughter and pushed back the strands of hair that were covering Maidei’s eyes.
Mother and daughter burst out in laughter,
“Got you!” said Mayoyo.
Maidei gave her mother a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and said,
“Yes you did Mayoyo. Yes you did.”
She took her robe and rushed to the bathroom.
Mayoyo threw herself on the bed and threw a glance at the portrait photo that was on Maidei’s dressing table.
A strong sense of guilt filled her heart.
In as much as Mayoyo shared everything with her daughter, she could not find it in her heart to tell her this secret
She had tried to do that the day Maidei turned 21.
It was a very big day, Maidei’s soon to be husband, Victor was paying the bride price.
Mayoyo’s relatives had travelled from their rural home in Mrewa to partake of the joys of motherhood.
Mayoyo’s husband, George was also elated by this.
This was the only family he knew.
His parents had died in the civil war back home in South Africa during the Arpetheid.
He was eighteen at the time but the sad memories of the blood shedding genocide still haunted him.
If it were not for Sister Anne who rescued him from the merciless hands of the murderers, he would have died.
The middle aged nun took George from the village and hid him in the cathedral for three months.
She gave him food and water.
When the peacekeepers came, she took George with him.
Sister Anne took care of him like a prudent mother.
It was after Zimbabwe’s independence in 1982 that they moved to Zimbabwe from South Africa.
He met his lovely wife Mayoyo at Mrewa High school were they were both teaching Advanced Level students.
George was in the English Department whilst Mayoyo taught Shona.
The two were married but failed to conceive two years into the marriage.
Maidei was born after some dreadful years of visiting traditional and faith healers.
This was the day their happiness was rekindled.
The little girl took on the mannerisms of her father.
She was equally beautiful like her mother.
The only difference between her and her parents was her solitary character.
Her parents were surprised when she broke the news of her engagement to a young man called Victor Chanetsa.
They did not even see it coming.
It took a while for them to accept it, but they finally did.
Less than a month after the announcement of the engagement Victor paid for Maidei’s bride price.
Although there were plenty of resources to pull off a successful wedding, one thing still bothered the Maidei’s parents.
They had never met Victor’s father.
Although they sometimes spoke to him over the phone, they parents were still not happy.
Victor’s father was an evangelist.
He was away on some duties but would make it on the day of the wedding.
Mayoyo’s reminisce was disrupted by the loud ringing of the Waka Waka ringtone of Maidei’s cell phone.
Mayoyo picked up the cell phone and saw Victor’s name and number reflecting on the screen.
She pressed a button to answer it and placed the cell phone on her right ear, before she could even say a word, a husky voice spoke softly through the phone,
“How is my lovely bride this morning,” said Victor
“Oh I am sorry my son, Maidei is bathing let me go and giver the phone,” Mayoyo smiled shyly.
“I’m so sorry amai I thought it was Maidei. It is okay I just wanted to tell her that my father has just arrived. We will see you later at the church, bye,” Victor blushed before placing the receiver down.
His best friend Marc was rolling on the floor in roars of laughter,
“My lovely bride,” he said mockingly before bursting into laughter.
“Don’t laugh mate, I am too embarrassed to talk about it. Come let’s go and change Maidei will be done in no time.
He mother said she is bathing,” said Victor.
It was a very long ride from Katy’s Beauty Parlour where Maidei had been dressed to the church.
She sat next to her cousin, Nana who was the mini bride.
The two wore were equally beautifully dressed in white.
The only difference between them was that Maidei looked like an angel while Nana was just another ordinary mini bride.
Maidei’s hair was neatly tied in a bun. Its shiny colour was complemented by the beads which were carefully weaved in the hair.
Her skin was crystal clear and make up toned it up.
Her nails were creatively designed with art.
Mayoyo who was sitting in the front seat waved her hand in her daughter’s eyes,
“Hello, we are here,” she said.
The door was opened for Maidei to walk out.
Her relatives and Victor’s were waiting outside the church ululating.
Mayoyo put the veil into place and said,
“You look beautiful.”
These words saw tears running down Maidei’s cheeks.
Her best friend Lisa who was also her maid of honour quickly powdered her nose and said,
“This is not the time to colour your dress with mascara so you better stop crying.”
The two had known each other since kindergarten.
It was probably the fight they had over a Barbie doll that bonded them.
They went to the same schools and were inseparable.
Although Lisa was from a well up family she still saw Maidei’s Highfield home as her other home.
“There is no place like home,” were the words she always mused whenever she was there.
“Girls hurry up. Everyone is waiting,” shouted Katy, the wedding planner.
She was a bossy pint sized woman who ravaged her way in life.
She was the best in town and was known for making the best out of nothing.
It was Lisa’s mother who hired her onto the bandwagon of this wedding.
Maidei quickened her pace in the midst of ululations.
Her father was standing at the doorway ready to walk his daughter into the hands of the man she loved.
There was silence in the church as the pianist played the famous wedding march.
Everyone stood up in honour of the bride.
Victor looked at the ravishing bride and smiled.
“We are gathered here to witness the holy matrimony between Victor Chanetsa and Maidei Odinga,” announced the marriage officer.
The bride and groom looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.
After they had said their I do’s, the rings worn the Pastor said,
“I present to you Mr and Mrs Victor Chanetsa.
There was ululation and a thunderous applause in the church.
The wedding reception was set at a lucrative hotel.
The food was exotic and everything was perfect.
Victor stood up and grabbed the microphone,
“May I please have your attention? Today is a very wonderful day for my wife and I.
It is also a big day for our parents.
I would like to take this time to introduce my father to my in-laws.
Chikonamombe please come to the stage.
Maidei’s parents were called up as well.
It was a long walk for Mayoyo.
She looked up at the pencil slim man who stood next to Victor.
The world around her crumbled.
Halfway to the stage, Maidei collapsed.
There was a lot of movement in the room as guests rushed to where Mayoyo lay.
Maidei tripped in her long dress and broke her arm.
There was even greater commotion as people ran in different directions.
Mother and daughter were rushed to the hospital.
Mayoyo regained consciousness and called for her family.
Maidei was sitting in a wheel chair pushed by her husband.
George and Victor’s parents walked into the room and stood next to Mayoyo’s bed.
Mayoyo did not waste any time and said,
“I am sorry but cursed be this day, cursed be the day I was born and cursed be the day I conceived you Maidei.I have destroyed your lives. Let me be cursed. Let the earth open up and swallow me.”
All the three women started crying.
Victor’s father cleared his throat and said,
“I am sorry I did not know. If I had known I would have stopped everything,”
What in the world are you talking about Dad? May you all stop stop these riddles. Please” said Victor.
George curse me to die. I want to die please.
There was more wailing.
“I am sorry George I did not have a choice. I did it because I wanted us to stop fighting. I wanted us to be happy. Maidei...Maidei...is...,” Mayoyo stammered as she was choked in tears.
“Maidei is not your child. She is mine,” Chikonamombe finished it for her.
There was silence in the room. Mayoyo let out a heavy sigh and passed on.
Chikonamombe ran out of the room and till now nobody knows about his whereabouts.
This is my story.
I am a result of incest.
When my mother got married to her brother, she had been carrying me in her womb for two months.
My father or is it my uncle?
Well, he moved to Asia two days after the wedding.
My mother gave me up for adoption because she could not stomach my sight.
As I write, this I am getting married tomorrow.
I do not know what tomorrow holds for me.
I do not know if the man I am getting married to is not my brother.
This is my diary.

brother from another father

zvidavado

This is my time to display the greatness that God has put in me.I am a unique being created to do amazing things.I behold love and talent.My inspiration comes from high above , the source being the Most High God.It is time for creation to see how God can work his way in a broken vessel to make it a vessel of honour. I am loving what is hapening because God is unleashing zvidavados!!!