Diary Of A Single Mom (18+) Season 3 Episode 7

my heart was bleeding for my mother. the pain of watching all your
life possessions burn to ashes is not easy. in that house she had
shared her whole life with a man who was now six feet under ground and
everything that reminded her of their lives together was gone.
I finished packing while Peter watched me. there was nothing he could
do except pray that his brother Mike should come in the morning and
resolve the issue. he had the nerve to go against her unlike Peter who
trembled at her sight.
I always believe that if one is old enough to make his own
decisions,nobody can rule his mind for him.a man should be man enough
to stand up for what his heart believes because if not handled
carefully, it can be the end of him. I went to sleep earlier because I
had a long journey to make. if Amanda was older I would have left her
with Joy until I came back but the thought of Peter's mother near my
angel was disheartening.
I heard that she hadn't yet gone back to the village.
its not easy traveling such a long distance with small children.
The following morning when it was 5:00 AM I was ready to hit the road
and was waiting for Mike to come and take Masozi who was like a dark
cloud hanging over our heads. all this time I kept quite and didn't
speak a single word to Peter unless spoken to. I was so angry with him
for failing to take care of his own mess. why didn't he just throw her
out? some how I thought he was beginning to develop feelings for him.
8:00 Am Mike was nowhere to be seen.if I would be late to catch a bus
that time,it meant I would be in Nkhatabay at midnight and that didn't
go well with me.I called Peter to the bedroom.
"I have to go,time is running out" I told him.
"please babe just wait a little longer. am sure he is on his way." his
nervousness was evident. I felt sorry for him.
"I can't wait longer than this,you are old enough to take care of
yourself. please do me this favour of sending her away. I don't want
to lose you. " I was trembling and on the verge of tears. this man
loved me along with my imperfections and I wasn't ready to let him
go.he was the reason I believed in love again. he proved to me that
all men are not the same. now our love was undergoing the test of time
and distance. I trusted him to come out clean without a dent.
he took me in his arms and kissed my lips so softly it felt like a
breeze had passed.
my heart let out all the fears it had of losing him.he assured me that
by the end of the very same day ,Masozi would be gone at any cost.
I told him to keep in touch because I didn't want to die of long distance fever.
We left the house . when the time was 9:00 AM the bus started off and
Peter waved until the bus was out of sight. goodbyes make me cry
especially this time was the hardest when so much was happening. I
called my mum and told her that I was on my way so that she and others
would wait for me at the bus stage. it wasn't safe travelling alone at
night.
it was an unusually long journey.the children were asleep. I had taken
a packed meal because it wasn't safe buying food along the way. my
mother,my uncle and my favourite cousin Tony who was a son to Aunt
Nyabanda,were waiting for me.Laurent strapped on my back,Amanda in my
arms,the bus conductor helped taking out my bags. we left for home. my
mother was putting up at my uncle's place until the house was rebuilt.
he had been staying with his wife for more than twenty years. they
didn't have a child together but he had four children born to
different women.
I didn't know how the poor woman managed to stick along that far. it
was courage,if it was love then it had reached its expired date long
ago.
I asked my mum about Beatrice, she said she had sustained injuries in
the fire. I was horrified to learn that she had not been taken to the
hospital.
we arrived home. my uncle's wife NyaMwenda was a pleasant woman and so
loving with children, too bad she didn't have any of her own.
when I saw Beatrice,there was a chill that run all over my body at the
sight of her wound.her left arm had blisters the size of a foot
ball.she was groaning in pain.I shouted at my uncle for not taking her
to the hospital. he said he didn't have money to take her to Nkhatabay
district hospital. the worse thing was the black stuff smeared on the
wound. if the wounds would open, she was prone to having an infection.
i doubted if he could watch his kid and fold his hands in that
condition.I took one of the painkillers I normally kept. whoever had a
hand in the fire, would have hell to pay.there was foul play because
In the middle of the night the door had been broken and a paraffin
Jerry can had been thrown inside. the grass thatched house had
instantly caught fire .its a wonder my mum escaped the fire unharmed.
Beatrice had been a heroine by rescuing my youngest brother who slept
alone in his room.
I slept with a heavy heart.Peter had given me enough money to build
her a new house.the following morning I gave my uncle money to take
Beatrice to the hospital while i went with my mother to see the
builder. I had to take care of my mum just like my late father asked
me to.
my mum was undergoing trauma.she would breakdown and cry. I was glad I
was there to pat her back and tell her that it was going to be okay.
we came back with the builder so that he see the sight and start his work.
two policemen walked towards us accompanied by my young brother.
"good day madam.am Constable Chipiri and this is my colleague
Constable Yosefe".I offered them a seat under a mango tree.
" i am Wangu and this is my mother Mrs Mbewe.how may I help you
officers" my patience was running out in anticipation.
" Mrs Mbewe you reported the issue of your house catching fire? " my
mother simply nodded.
"we have arrested one of the boys and he revealed who sent him.we
would like you to come with us to the station so that we tell you more
information. "
what absolute luck. my heart was hammering in excitement…