04/05/2024
I remember the day vividly as if it happened yesterday. I was 10 years old when the husband died, the neighbour's neighbour that is.
She had no tears, she was skinny, dark and looked very old for age, but it is her smile that captured my attention. It was a smile of relief, a smile of peace. You see theirs was a marriage of master and slave, him being the master, her the slave. She worked day and night, he commanded day and night, he was never satisfied. He slept on the bed , she, on the floor, he ate the best food , she the crumbs. She wore tatters , he wore fine clothes, she stood up for him in the bus!!
She complained as far as my young mind could recall. Then one day he had a heart attack and died.
She did not cry, not mourn, rather in a very unAfrican way she stated her relief and the freedom she now felt. After his death I for the first time realised she was beautiful, she began to rest, eat well, dress well. She was a lively soul. She had no say, her ideas or thoughts were hardly crushed , publicly or privately. She was simply a tool , to work for him, cook and s*x him. Publicly she was reminded of her place. If she dared walk in front of him........
Marriage was never meant to take away from us to such a point we look old and haggard , marriage whilst taking from us what is not good for us was meant to nourish us mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually.
God's concept is to replenish where we have taken (Hence He instructed Adam to replenish the earth). But many of us specialise in taking and not putting back, leaving our spouses old ragged, drained, used and defeated.
Let it be that when you lay to rest in the cold ground, your spouse will not celebrate your departure, but they will celebrate the gift of life you gave them. Give them the best of yourself, take what you need but replenish
Even at that age before I could understand marriage I was happy for her , it felt like the underdog had won.
She lived a long fruitful life, I often wonder if she remarried.
The End