Partners in infidelity

The crew has just received one of the most shocking tips. It concerns one person we personally know— not a member of the grouping, of course.

This is really a sad story. This friend of ours lives in one of the low density areas, a man considered as the family type in his neighbourhood as well as the religious circles.

His wife has also been seen as a pillar of faith and honesty by the same community. A very serious minded lady and the envy of many husbands around the community.

The Mrs. of our friend has been a model, just like her husband. When it comes to counselling young couples or even troubled couples, this family tops the list of good counsellors.

However, the reputation is now in question, at least among those whose ears are quick in picking up stories in the news. The talk is that the couple has just earned a derogatory tag of ‘partners in infidelity’.

Not that they have teamed up in the game of infidelity, but that, by way of some luck or unlucky spell, they bumped into each at some place each thought was discrete— somewhere along the Blantyre—Bvumbwe Road.

You may wonder what really happened. Be patient and listen.

The husband told the wife he was leaving for the resort district of Mangochi for a workshop. The ‘good wife’ packed the husband’s belongings as usual, blending the bye-byes with kisses and the most romantic adjectives.

She also reminded the husband that she was due for a church Women’s Guild exchange visit somewhere in Mwanza. The husband produced a fat wad of new banknotes to supplement the wife’s budget for the trip, and “God bless you darling. Pray for me as well!” said the husband, offering to pray for their respective trips.

Both left for their ‘respective’ trips that were to end in nightmare and shock.

The husband went to the office and drove towards Bvumbwe. At some point he picked a member of the opposite sex.

“Hi darling, sorry I have been late. I was seeing off your rival who is leaving for some prayer trip. I tell you she is not even suspicious that I am with a very young beautiful angel like you,” he said.

The ‘little angel’ smiled while kissing the 45-year-old lover. They cruised to their usual love nest of a lodge.

They packed and ordered dinner by way of room service. Late at night the young lady suggested a romantic stroll around the lodge’s garden.

As they walked hand in hand, each one of them felt good in the sea of romance. They headed towards the lodge’s romantic hide-out bar to get their usual mixture of love and booze.

Entering the small bar, the man exploded into shock, to the young ladies surprise.

Seated on the lap of some young man was his ‘very God-fearing wife’, jointly sipping some stuff in wine glass. The hands of the ‘wife’ were busy caressing the young man of the same age as one of their three sons.

“Oh my God, so this is the women’s guild meeting in Mwanza!” he exclaimed, attracting the gesture of the wife.

Deep shock registered on his wife’s face but she quickly recovered.

“And this is the workshop in Mangochi, and obviously that young lady holding you is one of the facilitators!”

The crew is equally shocked at how people who are deemed very religious have a lot of ugly linen in their secret closets.

“I tell you, I tell you, not even our Joe here, who is reputed to be good at rotten scandals, has ever encountered that. Hey, what happened next?” asks ‘Atsogoleri’ Rob M, while ordering a round of beer for each.

We resolve to debate the issue as we sit by the braii stand, sampling some goat meat and pork.