Strength of Our Love
Strength of Our Love5 mins 360 5 mins 360
Giving up on each other was the last thing ever to happen between me and my husband, Thomas. In-spite of what we did to each other, we saw it like water under the bridge. In fact we had each other's back after experiencing the worst without each other. I sneaked out of our bed to sleep with an ex-high school sweet heart, Andrew, on our wedding night. We had our wedding in a hotel, where we held our reception and ceremony. Afterwards we booked some rooms for the night. I got pregnant with Andrew's child, celebrated it with Thomas.
Thomas and I had our ups and downs, like any other couple. Guilt and shame wrapped me up as I sometimes shout at Thomas for no reason and Thomas would just keep quiet as he took it as a hormonal behaviour of being pregnant. We had a beautiful baby girl, we named her Tadashe meaning 'We choose God.' Our fights continued, then one day I could not take it anymore, I packed all of my stuff, took my baby and left leaving Thomas a note on the bed which read: Thomas, my dear husband. I am sorry for betraying and lying to you. I had to leave for some reason that I cannot say now but I hope you will forgive me... Yours Fadzai.
Moving in with Andrew was very exciting at first and then after some days Andrew changed to someone else, he started to mistreat me and it became more of an abuse. More over, Andrew could not recognize his own baby, Tadashe, in fact he was as good as dead to her. For a while, I suffered with the baby as I would go door to door begging for food and sometimes I would sleep outside in the cold with the baby. It was very harsh and cruel that I regretted leaving my husband.
Then one day, I just packed my stuff but I did not know where to go, I just left anyway. Roaming and wandering the streets with the baby strapped at my back, strolling my big suitcase and the African scotching heat burning up my skin, I then sat down under a tree.Tadashe started crying non-stop, it was hunger and irritation of the heat from the sun, I tried to give her the bottle of milk but she refused as she kept crying. Trying to stop Tadashe from crying, this other man came from nowhere, took Tadashe calmly to his shoulder and Tadashe stopped crying. To my surprise, that man was Thomas, my husband and I could not recognize him after six months of separation because he looked so horrible. For some seconds, Thomas could not recognize me also as I looked miserable. We cried together for a while whilst Tadashe was fidgeting.
After the break up, Thomas had a break down and he lost everything. Thomas got a drinking problem, he got fired from his plumbing job, failed to pay rent within three months and he got evicted. Thomas started looking for me, as he realized I was his one and only love. My heart was very heavy, I could not hide the truth from my husband, Thomas. I felt, that was the right time to spill out the beans as I wanted to make a fresh start of my life with or without Thomas. I found the courage to tell Thomas the truth about Tadashe, he was heart broken and failed to speak for some seconds and he said that he loves me more and he would be willing to take care of Tadashe like his own. We looked for a place to stay as we were both homeless and for the sake of the baby, we quickly found a place.
Thomas started doing some piece works as a plumber, I was happy and I got a job as a full-time Pre-school teacher. Then one day, after a couple of months. Thomas had gone to work already, as I come out of the house, with Tadashe in the pram pusher, I found a wrapped baby by the door. My heart lept as I panicked, I thought of calling the police but I quickly calmed down to think straight. My first question was, who would leave a baby on my door step. I took the baby, unwrapped it lightly and I found a small note written as: By the time you read this note, I will be gone; do not try to look for me. I am dying of cancer and I thought of bringing this baby to its father....... Yours Scarlet.
I cried for some time, Scarlet was one of my bridesmaids on my wedding and the baby was same age with Tadashe and that means it happened same time, I could not help it but cry the whole day. I waited for Thomas to come home. When Thomas came home, he was not even surprised to see the baby, he knew already that Scarlet was having his child. I was angry at Thomas and at the same time knowing that he accepted Tadashe. I had to forgive him also and move on. It was a baby boy and we named him Tatenda meaning 'Thank God.' I forgave him, took Tatenda as my own and we lived as a happy family. Our babies gave us a new life and a new beginning as the strength of our love.....