I am sure you’re wondering how I ended up on the streets? Well, stick around, dear reader.

I was 27 when I married my lovely wife, Zandile. She was an architect. She drew and designed one of the greatest buildings and estates the country had ever seen. She was dedicated to her job, and she thrived in it. 

We had our daughter, Thando, when I was 29. We were so happy, and I realized there was no other woman nor family for me, except them. Zandile had always been a passionate woman, we loved each other tremendously, and even though our jobs were demanding, we made time for our daughter.

Her family was happy at our union, my parents, not so much. I had the profession of my dream, the wife of my dreams, and a daughter who was the love of my life. I had it all, and I was sure I was going to die a happy man.

Zandile and I had met when we were both 18, on our first year in University. I was attracted to her beauty, that was hidden under all those baggy clothes and thick glasses she wore. She looked needy, and I think people never noticed her beauty until she came out of her shell, in her third year, and embraced her beauty.

That’s when boys tried to snatc from me, all the boys were trying to bed her, but only I, saw the real her. I loved her, for her. Thank goodness she knew that, too.

She came from a modest family, with a hard working mom and dad. She was the oldest of four siblings, and the only girl in the family.

I, on the other hand, grew up an only child. My parents were both rich, my father worked as a cardiologist, while my mother owned three car dealerships, left to her by her own father. My parents never had the time for me, I was raised by nannies. They were so glad when I turned 18, and I left for University.

I only saw my dad, twice a week, and my mother? Well, even once after three months. She was always traveling, making money, investing and opening new dealerships. 

That’s why they didn’t want me to marry Zandile, her family wasn’t rich, they wanted me to marry someone rich and influential. My union to Zandile didn’t benefit them, they only warmed up to her, when she designed the Presidential suite.

Now, I’ll start telling my story.