Three years later

Petunia and I were still married, she was devastated but being the strong woman she was,she kept going. She was finding it hard to accept the twins death, as she didn’t know what caused it.

Nomalwandle made it clear that if I tried to have another baby, this time I wouldn’t even get to meet it. The master was happy that she had my twins souls, as they helped keep her young. I was a walking grave. I desperately wanted to die. I knew I would die a painful death, and Petunia would hate me if she knew I’m responsible for all our babies death.

After the twins, there were no more babies, I had no desire for them, and Petunia lost the passion to keep trying, and threw all her energies into her work. She no longer cared, she only thrived in her work. She made it clear that she wanted no more babies, and she tied her tubes while I got a vasectomy. The house was dull and big.

I woke up from a nightmare again, this time, Petunia wasn’t there to soothe me. She was working late again. Even though I had woken up, I still heard Mxolisi, Siphesihle and Siphosethu crying and I knew I’d have to live with this till my last day.