So i met a zombabwean man 12 years ago. He was such a loving and hardworking man. He found me with three children from my previous relationship and loved me past my pain. The father of my children passed on years before i met my zimbabwean man.
His family wanted nothing to do with the kids and i. I was struggling to make ends meet until i met my second baby daddy who made the burden of life so much less for me. We then had two kids together.
The only problem is he refused to take me to his country to meet his family so that they can also get to meet their grandchildren. I kept pn pushing but he was not giving in. He would always tell me that when he left he was not in good terms with his family hence he never calls them or them calling him.
Which was true, I've never had him talking on the phone with his family or anyone from Zimbabwe. But in our happier times or when he's drunk he would always talk about where he is from and his siblings names and so forth.
One day i decided to search for his siblings on facebook and i only found one. I then invited him and sent him a private message. I actualy just wanted to negotiate for truce between my baby daddy and his family. The fact that he never speaks to them didn't sit well with me. He didn't have any zimbabwean friends.
On the other hand one of our kids needed introduction rituals from his dad's side. Every sangoma that iwent to told us that the child needs his paternal famjly ASAP, he was always so sickly so i was ready to cross the border.
I went through the sibling's pics and came across a post of a man that looks exactly like my husband just younger. The caption said "after all this years, it's still painful continue reating big bro". I just assumed it's one of their siblings.
The little brother was shocked when i told him my story. I sent pics of my kids and he said the kids look exactly like their kids especially his brother's kids. He then asked for my address and he then asked me not to tell him that they were coming.
I kept quiet because i wanted to suprise him. After a week they called anf Said they would arrive the next day. They came in a very group. They knocked and i let them in. Apparently some of them have been living SA. only my baby daddy's wife, sisters and mother came from back home.
I didn't even know that he was married. The munute he saw them he ran for his dear life. I've never seen him that scared in my life. It was like he's seeing ghosts. The famuly started enchanting in their language and sprinkling him with some water and muti. He then fell down and turned into a wood.
I have never been that shocked and scared. They then told me that he died many years ago. What do i tell my kids? They met and accepted the kids. They took the wood with them. That was the last time i ever saw my man and i regret ever digging, i should've listened to him. I miss him so much.
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