24/06/2026
HOW I DID GET MARRIED.
You see, I am a firm believer in the traditional family life even though I never experienced it from my parents, hell; they died when i was too young to even know what was going on. Anyway thats another issue; but you get the gist; I had to fight all my battles on my own, there was nothing like, let me use my nephews phrase; 'I am going to tell mummy for you.' Whatever came my way I had to face it alone; Dear God, I faced a lot of fights. Anyway by his grace I grew up, contrary to public belief and i have never looked back.
So somewhere in the year 2016 AD I found myself in Kabwe, fresh off Lusaka, Kabwe seemed a bit slow; I dont know if its a bit faster at the moment. So there I was, my days consisted of school and movies mostly because frankly there wasnt that much entertainment those days especially pa Katondo. Clubbing meant kuya pa Tall Trees, palya nishi na Phoenix na one World takwaba. So mostly I would be in my room; I had a good landlord who would only bother me to bring me water or remind me we would be running out of power. That was my life then.
Somewhere in July, 2017, there moved in a girl next door; who later I learned was another student at some other school. Small, lean and dark in complexion with a common face, fond of wearing tight clothes to show off her bones. She would sometimes say hi but with my headsets I would pretend I was listening to Eminems 'Superman' and I would pass. I wasnt rude but I had just come come from a relationship with the most soft chubby person I know up to now and she was a medical practitioner. Baby face, brown in complexion with a ready smile, big brown eyes and long hair, she was much shorter than me and witty; this girl would travel hundreds of miles just yo come and see me, literally hundreds; she was based in Western Province then. Dear J, I still sing Neyo's song 'Do You' whenever I think of you, you should ask ba Big Moze pa KTK. Well, you are married now and thats that. Wishing you all the best mate; You made my Matero days pleasant. Anyway 'Do you' still plays and MC Wabwino's 'She used to be my girl' but that one is dedicated to your husband; lucky chap. I digress.
Where was I? On the girl next door.
As we continued living as fate would have it, back then I used to write a lot and a kind benefactor had just sent me a MacBook from Isreal to use for my writing. A MacBook! In case pali abanandi twali nabo ku Fisenge nangu kwa Nseluka, MacBook ni laptop yaba Apple; ilya mu landa ati apple Laptop.
So I had just gotten this gadjet and because of the introvert that I am and after the whole thing with J, I would mostly be in my room and wring outrageous stories on this page; if you want, you can go back to 2017 and check. I was quiet good; if I do say so myself.
Someone read my stories and then tagged another person and told her about me; mind you I was writing incognito. Thats how that person reached out mu inbox and we started talking, I will call her Stella but thats not her real name; hell I almost named my first born after her but her name, like mine is so uncommon and I knew my wife might eventually figure it out.
So she was a writer as well. A good one and published author at that. And she was a singer as well and a preachers daughter. Oh, I have never met anyone with an IQ as hers; every conversation was enjoyable.
I would wake up in the morning to her verse or voice note and I would go to bed with her being the last person I spoke to. The best part; she was so open and honesty and we would talk about everything; my faith, dreams, fears and ambition. Dear Stella, yours is a story that cant be told in a paragraph. I thank that lozi friend of yours for introducing you to my rumblings which I called writing; compared to your writing, lets say I am in grade seven and nimwebo ba sugo. As at now, let us leave Stella but her name will come up in 2020 when I am married.
2017 AD was a good year.
Somewhere around November I went to Nakonde for business. The business there was to collect a vehicle. Hired a driver and travelled with him to nakonde; spent about a week there. When I came back, me being based in Kabwe, I stayed in kabwe with the vehicle until the weekend to take it to Lusaka. I had no drivers license and therefore I called my friend Dimba (not his actual name) from Lusaka to come and drive it to lusaka. May you continue resting in peace my friend, it is sad that the money and the egos made us part ways and I wasnt even around when you were hospitalised until you passed. Yours is one of my regrets! If I had only swallowed my pride and reached out! Until we meet again, save a place for me; the last time we were together was when 'Superman v Batman' had just been released and we went to SterKneikor at Manda Hill to see it and we sneaked it two six packs of Castlelite..... 😆. Oh how I miss you mwaice; you would have understood my story and we would have gotten wasted laughed about it. Just know that I will do whatever I can for those you left behind especially your daughter. Your babys mother and I are great friends, shes one person who checks up on me from time to time and whenever I can, I do reach out as well. But the sister, Natalie, the next chapter is hers....
Crazy beautiful Natalie!
Mwe Lesa, bushe bafuma kwisa aba bantu?
