TOO FAR TO REACH 39

 

TOO FAR TO REACH 39

To wait on God in the most difficult situations is faith.. I never knew I had that. You see, life had a way of teaching me many lessons which I thought I barely needed, why all the trials when nothing good ever came out of it? I went through the toughest of situations to perhaps have a different story in future but my story seemed to continue being written. At what point do we stop? At what point do we take a break you might ask. In the midst of everything happening to Jeff, there was my body.. my body had no rest, I was straight from miscarriage to handling the most difficult thing any newly married woman would ever have to go through. Not that this would be any easier for a couple that had been married for many years. While I stayed in anguish I pitied my own body, so much had happened that I wondered if everything was alright with me, I still did not know what had happened to my pregnancy or if I had fully healed.. I clearly didn’t heal.

Aunty was close to me as we waited in the waiting lobby, I had told Jeff I loved him before the doctor whisked me away. The doctor said I did not need to be there and who ever let me in must have made a terrible mistake. Aunty wanted to say something but she instead held my hand and together we stayed in silence. Nancy was in the chapel, uncle was pacing around while Mr Cloud seemed to be thinking as he lay back in the bench ahead of us and he kept staring at the ceiling. The hospital was cold.. very cold. Auntie’s grip on my hand got tighter.

“Let me take my hypertensive meds I’m coming” she said.

I presume she went looking for water. I put my hands in my pocket, they were cold and I decided to look for gloves in auntie’s handbag. I had thrown them in there. As I searched around real quick, I felt a vibration in the bag and without thinking twice I looked for the phone. The phone seemed to have been open on a WhatsApp chat.. I figured it was none of my business and I was about to put it back until I saw my name on the chat. Aunty was chatting to someone she had only saved as “Him” .. I thought “who is this?”

The “Him” in this case turned out to be my uncle, my late aunt’s husband who raised me. I had been so detached from my family after I left luanshya but they were still my family, I had not spoken to uncle since the accident and that’s because I knew he was still not too well. I planned on visiting when I had settled and everything had returned to normal. However, something caught my attention and this was how aunty was so close to uncle… they talked like buddies. I knew I shouldn’t have been going through her phone but I was curious. I scrolled up the chat as far as I could and I saw more and more messages that convinced me aunty must have been having an affair with uncle. But how could this be?

Looking around one last time, I begun to read the messages word for word and i was shocked. I was in so much shock that I went from disgust to being angry and then just hating aunty altogether. Not only had aunty been sleeping with uncle all these years from what the messages suggested, she was also completely unapologetic about it. Aunty spoke evil of her own sister, my late aunty was hated by her own sister and they even planned to elope with uncle. This affair was still very much active and aunty clearly stated that she was ready to be with him the moment she let me settle in cape Town. She was ready to take care of him. She was ready to take care of all his needs. I could hardly breathe as I chocked on my tears, my late aunty did not deserve this, maybe that is why she was bitter all along and never wanted her sister around.

From around the corner I saw aunty coming by majestically and I put the phone away, I picked my gloves and dressed my hands. A confrontation was clearly not going to be necessary right now but I needed to get hold of the phone again so I could see more. I was so furious.