tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26631882640713937462023-11-15T08:01:03.311-08:00A Blog Novel By Mona & McpotarUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663188264071393746.post-61096868779932909142016-10-01T23:12:00.000-07:002016-11-19T06:12:42.781-08:00Chapter 1 - Park Bench Strangers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Rested
on a bench, Maria smiled into her smart-phone as if it were a mirror. A smile
adorned her face, a frown for split seconds as she responded to a particular
message. It was a message to her husband, Jasper.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"></span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“It’s
okay, I’ll just have to use public transport. Take care.”<br />
<br />
After a few exchanges of lovey-dovey emoji’s of reassurance she smiled again,
as she stood up to go to the bus terminus. Jasper had said he’d be unable to
pick her up as he had unfinished business at work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Excuse
me ma’am,” a youthful feamle voice muttered from behind her. It was a slender
girl about her height.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Hie,”
Maria replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Sorry
to bother may I use your handset to call somebody?” she asked, “My phone is out
of power, and I am supposed to meet the person in 15 minutes.”<br />
<br />
All this while, Maria’s eyes like a CIA profiling computer had been scanning
this girl head to toe and cold reading her body language for signs of
deception. In Harare, standing with a stranger for 30 seconds, especially one
asking for help wasn’t usually recommended, but for some reason on this day,
Maria decided to hand her the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The
girl scratched her own card and dialled quickly, she held the handset to her
ear and made a call.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She
seemed to be talking to a male.<br />
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<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Hey
babes I’ve just come from Mutare, my phone switched off but you can come and
pick me where you picked me up last time.”<br />
<br />
She seemed to agree with this man and she was done. She returned the phone,
“Thank you so much. She pulled out $5 from her purse in gratitude.<br />
<br />
Maria smiled till she looked at her phone and yelled, “Wait!”<br />
<br />
The young girl glanced in jolt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“This
is the direct landline to my husband’s office.”<br />
<br />
A frown faced Maria, looked at a bewildered young girl who’s face too was
clearly looking for answers.<br />
<br />
“I don’t know ma’am, maybe I was talking to someone else in the same company
who is not your husband.”<br />
<br />
“It better not be Jasper...” Maria cautioned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Oh
no! He’s name is actually Jasper,” the lady said,”I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Maria
would have slapped this young lady across the face but she decided to listen to
her side of the story. After looking at a few pictures they were both dead sure
it was indeed the same Jasper and well Maria got to know that the girls name was
Mary.<br />
<br />
It seemed Jasper could always get away with sleep talking about any of them. <br />
<br />
The ladies did not exactly become friends but they decided that since jasper
was on his way to collect Mary they would give him an unexpected surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Jasper
turned the corner of Samora into Park Street, he was excited it had been a
while since he had seen his petite little play thing Mary .His phone chimed signalling
a message from his Wife. A stab of guilt tore through his chest but he ignored
it and the message instead he focuses on sweet little Mary and her supple body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He
reached his Girl bench and saw Mary seated, he parked his Car and waited for
her to jump in <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Hey
babe , sha my friend wants a lift to 4th
Street her Man dumped her last minute" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Irritated
Jasper Unlocked the back door and
grunted ,"She can jump in."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Didn't
even bother to check who got in until both
girls had sat down .When he did look via the view mirror he lost control
of all limbs .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He
couldn't believe it, both his Mary's were in his car and neither was saying a
thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He
finally started his car and headed towards 4th rank ...excuses and theories
running through his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The
air seemed still in Jasspers office where they had gone to resolve the crisis.
Tears frequently suspended themselves on both his women’s eyes. He had to
explain, he had to admit it. He was wrong.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"></span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">After
redundant apologies to both, he broke up with Mary and swore he would not
communicate with her again. In their presence he deleted Mary’s number and she
deleted his. She left with her face down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Days
passed by in Jasspers household but things were not the same as before. Daily
he would feel the chill of her cold shoulder. She still cooked for him, except
she didn’t talk much verbally. She’d leave notes of where she was going on the
fridge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">One
day she broke the pattern, she gave him a call at work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Honey,
we need to talk.”<br />
<br />
“That’s what I’ve been saying,” he thought. She didn’t specify much about what
it is she wanted to talk about but he assumed she wanted them to start working
on their relationship again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I’m
going home early,” he said to Clarence, his business partner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“This
has something to do with your wives doesn’t it?”<br />
<br />
“My wife, yes. I love my wife, it’s not longer wives.” He responded, “I guess,
I took this one a bit too far. Had never cheated you know, it just happened.
I’m not a player.”<br />
<br />
“Nothing just happens fam. Nothing. Admit it, you joined the club. Good luck
though.”<br />
<br />
“Thanks!”<br />
<br />
He got out and hopped into his car.</span><span style="font-family: "bell mt" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Got
home, Maria opened the door. She was looking ravishingly beautiful, reminding
him of old times when she had imprinted her finery on his mind’s iris. In his
mind he thought, “How did i ever forget, I come home to this?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A
table set with such exquisiteness. Dinner was set for two with candles to let
him know they were pressing the reset button. He stood there awed as she took
his hand and led him to the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">They
talked about how much they loved each other as they ate and drank and Maria,
told Jassper how he had hurt her so much. She said she was now ready to forgive
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He
was so happy and thanked her for giving him a second chance.<br />
<br />
“I have something else to tell you,” she smiled.<br />
<br />
“What is it honey?” he said with an unsure face.<br />
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<br />
“You’re going to be a father!” she leaped with joy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He
smiled and celebrated with his wife. They kissed and waltzed to their favourite
playlist. It was like falling in love all over again.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Morning
came and Jassper scrolled to see all the texts that had been sent the previous
night. There were 7 missed calls from a new number and a text message from the
same number which said, ”I don’t mean to disturb your life again but I missed my
period again – Mary.”<br />
He quickly deleted the text.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Mary
stood by her bedroom window and thought about how lucky she was that her man
was so supportive and caring , ever since she broke the news about he baby he
had been extra attentive and loving . Nothing seemed to outrageous or expensive
to him. She smiled as she remembered how
he nearly lost his phone whilst looking for anthill dagga at the backyard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She
loved him, she truly did and the thought of losing him had terrified her until
she had discovered this baby and it changed everything , she had thought of walking away and never
looking back but this baby deserved a father she never had and she was going to
make sure it got it. No way was she was walking away not now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "bell mt" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">This
baby had brought them closer just when she had thought she had lost him to that
wife of his and now it was game set match.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663188264071393746.post-33151937630634462992016-09-29T04:28:00.000-07:002016-11-19T06:11:38.555-08:00Chapter 3 - Park Bench Strangers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
The television is on, a morning news bulletin. Minister Tavengwa is saying something about empowering the youth.<br />
<br />
Mary is hugging her pillow with a remote in her hand. Consistently checking for any response from Jassper.<br />
<br />
Before Minister Tavengwa says more, she switches off the TV.<br />
<br />
"Hypocrites," she says as she rolls out of bed.<br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a><br />
<br />
<br />
She turns on the radio, opens the curtains to let the sunshine pour in on her face.<br />
<br />
There is a debate on morning radio on girls who date married men. She switches of the radio. Cleans up the room and takes a shower.<br />
<br />
As she gets out of the shower, her phone rings and she rushes for it.<br />
<br />
It's just Chiedza. She wants to know where they are meeting. They decide to meet at the park.<br />
<br />
As she is about to dress up, another phone call.<br />
<br />
"It might be him..."<br />
<br />
Once again she is disappointed, but not too disappointed. It's her mother.<br />
<br />
Her face lightens up. Mum says she should visit her so they can catch up.<br />
<br />
Mary dresses up and leaves for town.<br />
<br />
They meet up with Chiedza and start sharing notes. Chiedza poses a question.<br />
<br />
"Mary, you are not yourself today. Wanna talk?"<br />
<br />
Mary puts on a shaky smile and says, "I'm okay."<br />
<br />
She tilts her head down and tears condense at the corner of each eye.<br />
<br />
"No I'm not okay" she admits.<br />
<br />
"I saw my Dad in the morning. The morning news and..."<br />
<br />
She takes a deep breath.<br />
<br />
"I hate him."<br />
<br />
Chiedza draws closer, and wraps her arm around Mary.<br />
<br />
"My father, has never loved me."<br />
<br />
"Don't say that Mary. Isn't he the one who bought you the iPhone, pays fees, buys you clothes?"<br />
<br />
"He knows he's guilty. For 16 years, he kept me and my mum a secret. His first wife and my step brothers mattered more."<br />
<br />
She sighs, "If it wasn't for snoopy journalists, we would still be the family he'd be ashamed to be in a portrait with."<br />
<br />
"Look Mary at least now he is acknowledging you and your mother , I mean you have everything hey , you are the daughter of a minister , I suggest you take full advantage of it "<br />
<br />
Mary laughs "No no no I know that look last time you had that look we got deported from Brazil No I am going to be on my best behaviour , Mum almost had a heart attack last time No"<br />
<br />
She continues to chuckle and then checks her watch "speaking of which My mom is getting here in about 2 mins and you Do Not want to be here when she arrives "<br />
<br />
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Chiedza stands to go but bumps into a 6 ft 1 busty woman with a grey haired tight ponytail.<br />
<br />
"Oh Mhamha , hie I I didn't see you there how are you "<br />
<br />
"I would have been surprised if you had seen me Chiedza Kuendamberi given those Dark shades you have on inside I do hope you were on your way my daughter and I have important things to discuss without interference"<br />
<br />
Chiedza scuttles out muttering under breath. Mary s mother settles into the booth orders water with a dash of vodka then eyes her daughter and scoffs<br />
<br />
" Did you see that excuse of your father being sanctimonious and righteous on national TV , if only they knew what a user and liar he truly is "<br />
<br />
" isn't a too early for communion mother "<br />
<br />
"Don't give me that Mary , I don't know how many times I have told you that your father promised me the world and then made me suffer , he rejected Me , Me and stuck with that Cow in a dress Men are trash I tell you I should have taken him for all he had."<br />
<br />
Mary sighs , she has had this before she knew it by heart , blah blah Love blah blah Blah cow blah blah Don't be fooled, Her mom was a mess always had been.<br />
<br />
"Are you even listening to me ? After what I did to secure your future you are not even giving me attention , look at you gaining weight because of my efforts , pray that you never be the second love to any Man , walk away I tell you....."<br />
<br />
Mary's Phone rings and she checks the Phone ID flash<br />
<br />
JASPER❤<br />
<br />
"Excuse me Mum I have to take this".</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663188264071393746.post-19419672780816404202016-09-28T22:19:00.000-07:002017-02-12T22:21:54.356-08:00Chapter 4 - Park Bench Strangers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Mary secludes herself so that she may take Jassper’s call privately.<br />
On the other end of the phone, Jassper breathes .<br />
<br />
“How have you been?” He asks.<br />
<br />
“I’m fine and you?” Mary replies.<br />
<br />
An air of silence travels between both earpieces.They begin to speak about the baby. Is she sure?<br />
That is the big question dangling in the conversation. It seems Jassper at this point is assuming Mary would lie about pregnancy for attention.<br />
<br />
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<br />
Well of course she is sure. She of all people would know if she were pregnant or not. However as soon as Jassper mentions abortion she drops the phone. A few minutes later she calls him back.<br />
<br />
“Sorry I hung up, I was overwhelmed.” She says.<br />
<br />
“I understand,” is his response.<br />
<br />
Jassper firstly explains that he had not anticipated it would come to this and he would feel very awful and inhumane but he claimed it would be the best decision for the child and them.<br />
<br />
Mary agreed and asked him if he knew a doctor that could take care of this job. Jassper promised that he would do some research and urged her not to spill any beans about it. He apologizes to her and ends the call.<br />
<br />
Mary smiles, plays back the phone conversation they just had and whispers, “I got you where i want you. This will be easier than I thought.”<br />
<br />
Immediately she tells her mother that she has to go somewhere quickly.She hugs her mother, kisses her on the cheek and tells her that she loves her. Then they escort each other out of the park to go their separate ways.<br />
<br />
Jassper hangs up the phone and dials a number anxiously tapping his pen on the papers on his desk. "Musiyazi? whats up my guy ?" <br />
<br />
"Eh Jassper My man , wass' good <i>asi</i> you want your ass handed to you again On Friday?"<br />
<br />
"Hahaha You Know I let you win I , you needed to balance the scales just a lil bit wanga wanyanya."<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
"Get away Jassper , you know i beat you Fair and square your game has been off lately."</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
"Well that is what i sort of need to talk to you about , I need your help Man..."</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
"With what ? As long as its not, insert prohibited drugs apa , again then we Good" </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
"<i>Haa</i> No its not that again , i have a situation on my hands and i need it gone like last time" </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>THERE WAS SILENCE from the other side</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
"Why do u keep doing this Man ? Why ? How many times do you have to go through this before you realize that you are a trainwreck waiting to happen?"</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Jassper sighed ...</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
"You owe me <i>bruh ,</i> but I promise this is the last time ,I don't even know how this happened again , I was so careful , but you should see her Musiyazi she look just like Sarah , its uncanny "</div>
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" You are chasing a ghost Jass , and one of these days you are going to lose everything cause you cant get over a snotty little Know it all from 30 years ago, but fine I will text you later , you now know the drill I suppose . Bye"</div>
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Jassper stands and faces the window in his study and let his thoughts drift to Sarah , wonderful sweet unattainable Sarah , The love of his life , the one who got away.</div>
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When Mary get’s home she uploads the audio recording of Jassper luring her into abortion onto her drop box, she renames the file to trap-1.mp3 and logs off. She then walks to her bed and lays her head, gazing at the ceiling and seeing a movie unfold in her own imagination.</div>
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