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https://chat.whatsapp.com/FlVFutHHlQHK9tWo5mHMgg*After Death*By Charity Nyoni "Makoti do you remember?" My late husband’...
18/09/2025

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*After Death*

By Charity Nyoni

"Makoti do you remember?" My late husband’s brother Twambe asked sarcastically as he watched me wallowing in pain on my knees as my 5 years daughter lay on my lap, helplessly.
"Bamdala, please just give me some money so I can take Mioba to the hospital. I will pay you back every cent. She is your brother's daughter." I begged and begged but my brother-in-law and my mother-in-law kept tormenting me.
"I asked if you remember?" Twambe said now calmly, "I told you to follow tradition, we wouldn't be here today, this girl wouldn't have been sick. We were meant to cleanse you so as to protect the kids, look at this poor little thing, all worn out, at death point because of a stubborn Ndebele woman." He continued to spew so much nonsense that I gave only deaf ears to.
I just recalled a few days after my husband’s death when I was called to his rural village. So much beer was brewed, and a cow slaughtered for my cleansing ceremony. I was told to sit in a room and wait for Twambe. Outside people were singing and ululating.
My husband’s two sisters came with Twambe, they explained how I was meant to have sexual In*******se with Twambe so as to protect my kids and myself from any bad omen. I refused,
"You will come crawling back to me but it will be too late!" Twambe had mocked me that day as I snatched Mioba from one aunt and took my children with me back to the City and after that everything just went haywire.
"I put everything into your hands God," became my daily motivation for each new day. But here I was today, crawling back to Twambe for help yet I had a super giant God who seemed to have forsaken me.
"Lord if it is your will to kill Mioba as you took my husband so be it but I am not going to sleep with Twambe," I said a silent prayer as I dusted myself up and carried my daughter in my arms, went back into my car without saying goodbye. I held the steering wheel, tears flooded my eyes, I bowed my head and wept. I could hear mother-in-law and Twambe laughing.
My phone vibrated from the dashboard, I got so angry, who could send me a message when I am this devasted.
There it was, just a flashing message, I couldn't believe my eyes, I had waited for three good years, moved from office to office, told to wait,
"We are still working on this ma'am!"
I left every office devastated. I wished I could earn more but I only got peanuts at work.
"These things take long ma'am," A nerdy looking guy had said to me, and I said nothing but cried before him and left. That very moment I had told myself I would never visit the family life policy offices again.
But here it was, a confirmation, 6 figures, on my bank account I laughed out loud, Twambe and his mother were shocked.
6 million US dollars, my husband’s life policy for me and the kids. His final gift to us had came just at the right time, God’s time. I laughed out loud as my car roared to life, raising smokes of dust on Twambe and my mother-in-law. My daughter was going to get the best treatment in the world and my life was going to change forever. My business dreams were now a tangible reality.

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https://chat.whatsapp.com/FlVFutHHlQHK9tWo5mHMgg*The Mistake*By Charity Nyoni "She died last night," said a police woman...
17/09/2025

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*The Mistake*

By Charity Nyoni

"She died last night," said a police woman.
"What do you mean she died last night? She was brought in yesterday during lunch!" Gogo's voice quaked behind the echoes of her aged teeth.
"Su***de." That's all the policewomman could say.
The family members stared at each other in confusion. Just at that moment Gogo's phone rang.
Mike's name flashed on the screen. What were they going to say to Mike? They had failed to take care of his pregnant wife? They had killed her and all for what?
Gogo looked at the policewoman "She didn’t do it, my daughter She didn’t! It was all a Mistake I found my $1000 US dollars. She is innocent!" Gogo cried.
The policewoman looked at her with so much rage boiling in her eyes.
"I saw how she begged you people to believe her but you couldn't! Nothing is going to bring her back to life, it's people like you who just rush into conclusions that are destroying this nation. Get out of my office and take your fake charade somewhere else! I hope her family makes you pay millions. She is a Shona girl I just hope for your sake, you had paid Lobola because bro, hehehe, someone is not getting Buried until 50 cows have been brought!"
At the sound of that, it dawned to the Ndlovus that they were now in deep trouble.
"Can we see her body?" Asked Mike's mother as she almost fainted.
"No! Just go and prepare for the funeral." She said with so much rage, "Don't worry, we have informed her family!"
"What!" Mike's father was shocked. At that moment his phone rang, It was Chido's father.
"How dare you kill my daughter!" His voice roared as always, a no nonsense man, "50 cows John, 50 cows or else all hell will break loose!" He hung up!
Mike's mother fainted.

After a month of failing to raise the 50 cows Mike's family was still running too and fro, looking for donations. The policewoman arrived and after welcoming her Mike said,
"Please allow me to see my wife's body!"
"Noone is seeing Chido's body until I get the cows!" Chido's father's voice echoed.
"Today you will see her," the policewoman laughed, " Now see how much $1000 has cost you. Next time, listen to someone before you conclude. I knew from the very moment you dragged her to the charge office that Chido was innocent, so I had to fake her death to teach you all a lesson."
"Fake!" Shouted Chido's father.
"For you it was important to believe that she was dead so you pressurize them, Chido come in now!"
They all couldn't believe their eyes as Chido walked in as elegant as always, with a smile that always complemented her makeup

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https://chat.whatsapp.com/FlVFutHHlQHK9tWo5mHMgg*Echoes of Betrayal*By Charity Nyoni *Chapter Three: The Third Woman*Mir...
11/07/2025

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*Echoes of Betrayal*

By Charity Nyoni

*Chapter Three: The Third Woman*

Miriam knew the third woman before she had a name.

She had seen her once—months ago—at a church outreach in Soweto. A quiet figure among the volunteers, headscarf tied tightly, smile soft but cautious. There had been something familiar about her, something that tugged at Miriam’s memory but refused to introduce itself.

It wasn't until a Friday evening, when Elias left his phone unattended during worship rehearsal, that the memory finally stood up and said its name.

The screen lit up:

Ayanda ❤️

“Thank you for today, Eli. I never imagined I’d laugh again. You always knew how to make me feel like I mattered.”

Miriam froze.

Ayanda.
His university girlfriend. The one before her.
The one he said broke him.

The one he once said he would have married… “if life had gone differently.”

She scrolled up—only briefly. The messages weren’t graphic. No photos. No declarations of love.

But there was emotional nakedness. Shared jokes. “Do you remember when…” messages. Compliments. Healing wounds neither had any business reopening.

Elias came out of the bathroom, humming a worship song, wiping his hands. He didn’t notice the way she stood still, like a woman who had stepped on a landmine.

She didn’t say anything.

Not then.

That night, she tossed and turned beside him, wondering how many versions of her husband were walking freely in the world—unrepentant, untethered, pretending to be faithful while secretly practicing infidelity of the heart.

Three women.
Three betrayals.

None of them physical—at least not confirmed.

But Miriam didn’t need proof of bodies.
She had evidence in the distance, the secrecy, the subtle shifts of affection.

And worst of all, she had lost him while still sharing the same bed.

At dawn, she knelt beside their bed. No Bible. No notebook. Just tears.

“God,” she whispered, “this is too much. I have loved him faithfully. I have forgiven what I should have confronted. I have stayed silent where I should’ve screamed. And now I am expected to sit in church, worship You, while they sit in front of me with glowing faces and hearts turned toward my husband?”

She wept harder.

“I am not Jesus. I cannot carry all this.”

Silence.

Then, in the depths of her anguish, a single verse drifted through her memory:

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” – Psalm 34:18

She clung to that verse like a rope thrown into deep waters.

That Sunday, she stood at the church door, greeting members with her usual grace. The choir sang. The pastor preached. Miriam’s heart stayed quiet.

During altar call, Ayanda walked forward—again. She was crying. The pastor’s wife laid hands on her, praying for restoration, healing, breakthrough.

Miriam watched.

Then something unexpected happened.

Ayanda turned around, locked eyes with her, and mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

It was subtle. No one else saw it. But it shook Miriam to her core.

Not because it fixed anything.

But because it reminded her that God was still present.

Even in the same building where her pain lived.

That evening, Elias found her in the garden again.

He sat beside her without invitation. Said nothing for a long time.

Then, softly: “I think I’ve been trying to find pieces of myself in women who remind me of who I used to be.”

Miriam looked at him. Not angry. Not surprised.

“I don’t know what I want anymore,” he admitted.

“I know,” she said. “But I do. I want to be whole. I want to serve God without bitterness. I want to raise our children in a house where truth isn’t buried under sermons.”

Silence.

Then she added, “And I want you to choose. Fully. Not emotionally. Not spiritually. But faithfully.”

He nodded, slowly. “I don’t know if I can.”

“I know,” she said again. “But I can.”

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