Otherwise..meet my husband, Muzi the person with two faces. At home he is dull and arrogant; at church, he wears another happy, loving and caring face when preaching.
He is a man of god with no respect for a woman. He treats me and Lesego like slaves and never bonds with us as a family.”Jesuu wena ungumhlobo!” Mrs Nduna sang my favourite song that i would dance, sing loudly to it every sunday, but that day i was in no mood for entertainment in Church.
Everyone stood up from the chairs singing and welcoming ‘the two-faced pastor’, Muzi. There was my proud and arrogant husband walking to the Pulpit as handsome as he is, with a beautiful smile and a happy soul amongst to the congregation, he was even dancing to the song.
My mind was very far from the World, i was deep in thoughts when i returned to myself with the loud noise and ‘Amens’ made by the congregation, i looked at the Pulpit,and there was Nompi, the beautiful woman who always is in meetings with my husband and the very same woman who i suspect is having an affair with Muzi.
She was sharing her story of how she divorced her husband a few weeks ago and how she is in need of a place to stay. I looked at Muzi as Nompi was sharing her story, he was smiling and very enthusiastic over Nompi’s story, everyone was amazed, as Pastor’s Eyes were running up and down on Nompi’s body.

I kept quiet until the church service ended, i departed to the toilet and looked myself in the mirror.”am i ugly? Why am i such a miserable and incompetent fool of a woman?” negative questions were running around my mind.

I took a tissue out of my handbag and wiped off the water on my face and exited the Toilet. ” is she so stupid? Yazi i pity u Mam’Fundisi, the girl Nompi is sleeping with her husband Under her nose.” i heard that, while walking on the passage to the hall. It was Mrs Nduna and another Mrs Zulu gossiping about the same thing im going through, i immediately knew they were talking about me, i just ran out.