A letter to my wife

My dear wife,

I know it’s long since we communicated dear. What I did that Saturday night was not good. Making you look like a fool in front of my friends that night is something am regretting until now.

Uttering words that were irresponsible my dear was not my will. Remember our son John. For the love of son and the sake of wedding oath, I do, please forgive me.

We got married during our youthful age. That was after college my dear. Also we pledged to our parents that we will love each other till death separates us. We assured our church priest that my God is your God. To our best couples we promised them that, this will be the blessed marriage forever. Our classmates back then called us doves of hope.

My dear I recall our celebration of our firstborn, John. The villagers celebrated for 7 days. They danced to the new tune of giving them the true fruit, our son. Do you remember mama gift to John and you? I even felt jealous of only getting advice while you two were pampered with scarfs, dressings, shoes…

My soulmate, during our honeymoon you said, “I stand by you always, no matter the circumstance.”

You kneeled down, kissed my palm, took a deep breath then I took your left hand as I repeated your words. It was that night that we held each other than any night. Night of calmness. No word. Finally we said the moon is our witness as we went for dinner. It was almost mid night.

Mama John, before we went out that night, we had taken our meal. We ensured our son was safe with the house girl. The boy slept while smiling as is norm. Normally when he wakes up, he asks, wapi dad?(Where is my father?) That was my last sight with you and him.

When we arrived at the party, we were received warmly. We were given refreshments as guests arrived. Then time for giving speeches started. We were fifth on the as per the program.

Before I spoke, I give you the microphone. You said few words. The words were accompanied with your sweet smiling face and dimples which I admire most till now as I write. It was my turn to speak. Honestly the devil is a liar as they say. I found myself saying how you charmed me. You forced me to do a wedding. You forced me to give you a son. You forced yourself to walk with me wherever I go. You made me to see you as the only beautiful creature on earth. That the only well molded feminine being was you.

That was neither my intention dear nor the theme of my speech. I saw you lastly screaming as you walked out of the auditorium. I saw you cursing the day you stepped into my life… that is how you left till now.

When I came home, the gate was wide open; the lights in the house were on. The place was quiet. The main door was open too. I called you, there was no response as usually. Going to kitchen, you were not there, bedroom, guest room… our son also nowhere. The house girl also absent. Checking your wardrobe everything was intact. Your mobile phone was mteja, (off service).

Its ten years now since you left. I am only left with these beautiful pictures of our wedding around the wall. Before I go to sleep today on Saturday night, the same day and date you left this house, come and forgive me. Forgive me before I get the second punishment from heaven. Pass my regards to John. Tell him dad penda wewe (Your father loves you).

Your loving husband