I met my wife while she was selling tomatos and onions in the streets. I fell so deep inlove with how shy and soft spoken she was. It was love at first sight. I was a long distance truck driver but i always made sure to rest near her stall.
I loved seeing her. She was my perfect marriage material. I would always buy her lunch and bring her gifts. After months of talking i realised that she was very intelligent and her one dream was to further her studies and change her family situation.
I then asked her for a hand in marriage, she agreed. My uncles went and paid lobola to her uncles and she was officially my wife and i have never been happier.
She and her mother had an agreement that they will use the dowry money to further her studies. When she told me about their plan i then decided that its not necessary. As my wife i will take care of all her dreams , desires and provide for all her financial needs.
Within a few weeks of being married she encouraged me to find a stand so we start building. She showed me the importance of having our own place. I knew right there and then that i chose well.
Within months we found the stand. We started with a small structure because we needed to save for her fees for the following year. She made the small structure a very warm home. She continued selling onions and tomatos even when i was fully providing for everything. Our finances were in good hands.
I started growing as a person and doing so much better in life because i was led by a queen. The following year she started with school. She juggled everything effortlessly. She was a straight A student,an excellent wife and a thriving business woman.
She would use the money from her tomato and onions to help with her transportation and other minor things. She would split the profit with her mom and sibling back at home. From my money she would make sure my mother was never in need.
I was everyone's envy because i had brought home a dignified and intelligent woman. Her presence demanded respect even without her saying anything. I was now counted amongst good role models in my village.
She completed her nursing course and started working. She was still my most loving, humble and respecful wife. Nothing had change just her proffesion now. We started building a bigger house, meeting each other halfway and all.
I lost the plot when i took an advice from an elderly lady(my aunt). She told me to feed my wife a love portion before she changes and start seeing me as a nobody. She pointed out examples of men who helped build their wives then the wives later left them for their colleagues at work.
My biggest fear was losing my wife to anothet man. I loved her so much and still do that there was nothing i wouldn't have done to keep us together. I agreed to the love portion idea. My wife had just given birth two months ago so it was easy to do this while she was still at her mother's house.
My aunt took me to a sangoma she said had the best love portion and it does not even need renewals like others do. I followed all instructions and my wife came back home with our daughter i told her I'd be taking care of her.
I even took leave from work to make sure i cook and feed her. I did exactly that littlr did i know that was a recipe to end my marriage. A month after feeding her the love portion she changed tremendously. She sle€ps out with younger men.
She no longer respects me at all and she does everything for the world to see. She doesn't even care about our baby anymore. She drinks like a fish. She is misusing money, there's never food in the house.
I went to consult at a different sangoma and i was told i fed her the jezabel portion. I wanted it removed but i was told it takes three years to clear. When the three years passed a lot was already damaged. Our marriage was broken qnd none fixable.
We are now divorced and she will never forgive me for what i did. She has lost everything she worked hard for. She was fired from work. Her biggest pain in all this for her, she says it's me making her lose her dignity. She wants nothing to do with me.
My aunt is the one that told her i fed her the jezabel portion and i admitted because my conscience was dealing with me. As for my aunt she is not even remorseful. I am impatiently waiting for her death.
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