Thursday, 30 October 2014
once bitten twice shy!: From Rugs to Riches to Loneliness
once bitten twice shy!: From Rugs to Riches to Loneliness: We all start from somewhere. The journey of a thousand miles start with a step and everyone has a story of where their journey begins. ...
From Rugs to Riches to Loneliness
We all start from somewhere. The journey of a thousand miles start with a step and everyone has a story of where their journey begins. When the struggle is every day's prick on the foot, you always forward to when the struggle will finally end and the good life begins. During the struggle, you meet and can manage to keep very few people in your life. However, most of us forget where we started and taken away by events of the good life.
Anyway the story I have today speaks volumes of what some people seem go through and I thought I should speak my mind about it.
A man, Joseph comes home very drunk, you could smell his alcohol breath from all way from the bar. He stinks and looks like a tornado hit his clothes as well as his entire being. He is a total mess, a real big one in fact. He bangs the door as he hurls insults at the wife to open the door. The Wife, Stella strolls slowly and opens the door for the darling husband. He staggers his way in and before he could utter another sentence he spills the remains of what he had for lunch to the floor, mumbles something like "where is the food?" and falls to the seat and waits for his wife to bring his food.
Stella, Joseph's wife barely complains.She walks to the kitchen heats his food and diligently takes the food to him in the sitting room. She then heats water for her husband to clean up and hurries back to remove his filthy clothes off his body, once he is done with having his dinner. She escorts him to the bathroom, cleans him up and takes him to bed and he is forced to put on his clean pyjamas. This has been routine for Stella and Joseph since three years ago when Joseph finally got a job promotion and his life started a step into the good life. That was the beginning of Stella's worry bottoms.

One day as Stella is at the cafe with her small sister near her husband's workplace, she overhears some lady mention her husbands full names and says something particularly queer about him. You would think queer would be something awful but on the contrary it was something nice. Allegedly, the husband had bought the lady a beautiful necklace and had promised to cook lunch over the weekend. Stella preferred to assume that the mentioned man was not her husband because the drunk that comes home every night is not capable of selecting a bead from a quarry stone and he had never ever touched any utensil since the day they first met,would he even know the difference between the mwiko for ugali and the one for stew.
However, later on that evening, she noticed that Joseph was wearing a new shirt. This caught her attention and she decides to peruse the pockets maybe she might find something interesting. To her surprise, she found a receipt for a beauty shop, he had bought a necklace. This revelation cut through her heart and she felt a surge to place the iron box on his face. She felt betrayed. What had she done to deserve such animosity and obnoxious treatment from her husband.
Stella could not have a decent conversation with her husband because half the time he was always too drunk to speak. He had one excuse after another of why they could not do one thing or the other together. " Oh I have work this weekend, My workmates are having a boy's thing at whose place, I need to go see mum she is not feeling well, I need to do this or that" and now three years have passed by and finally doors have started opening in his career and more excuses are made.
It had come to this, they were living in a better house but every corner echoes of loneliness. Did she see this coming? Joseph was such a sweetheart when he did not earn much, he could afford to spend time with me but now everything else is more important and she is last thought in his mind.
From the rags, to the riches and now she is wallowing in loneliness wishing the riches would go away then she could get her husband back. She is now married to a drunk, who she cleans up after every night after he has spent his riches on the others out there.
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