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ONION-SHAPED and leggy Spiwe had the image of a perfect woman every ghetto boy would want to have for a wife. Her long hair, which was complemented by dimples, milky white teeth and a sweet voice, made most males in the hood drool.
Spiwe’s body-hugging costumes, which helped define her body contours, made guys travel long distances to Glen Norah just to see one of God’s finest creations.
This lass, gentle reader, was so beautiful that some people would kiss her clothes on the washing line.
Talking to this member of the fairer sex triggered many fights for as long as this writer can remember.
“Wataurirei naye? Wanga uchidei ipapo? Handidi kukuona uchisasa nemunhu iyeye,” you would hear guys — some of whom would have never spoken to Spiwe — threatening each other.
“Apa paita zvechimwana apa. Oooh, chakabatana. Chilapusvusvu chakanaka, chakatsva muchoto. Dai kari kare kangu ndaitonoshopera kuti chindide,” you often heard guzzlers saying in council beerhalls, which are notorious for selling opaque beer.
Spiwe’s beauty was on everyone’s lips and those who were into soccer would dedicate goals to her.
“Kudenga kunenge kwakaita Tsunami. Ndakaona ngirozi zvayo yakazvigarira ichitenga chingwa nezuro pamagirosa,” young children would sing while dancing to kizomba in the dusty streets of Glen Norah or when playing mini soccer (slug) at the round houses in the area.
Youthful guys who were employed in the industrial areas by then would take almost all their weekly wages to splash on this girl just to capture her attention.
Even after spending so much, the unlucky souls were told off: “Uri kuzvinetserei. Handikudi. Dai watora mari yako wotenga zvekudya kumba kwenyu pane kuda kuita zvekunditadzisa kuita zvechikoro.”
Naughty elderly men in the hood who were either too old to propose love to her or did not want society to raise points of order with them often showered her with unsolicited-for gifts like cash for a bottle of Coca Cola and sweets just to be nearer her. But Ghetto Blast did not share the same view. In fact, Spiwe was a source of funds to sustain my drinking requirements. She was my money link. Each time a guy came along, I would charge a fee just to introduce him to Spiwe.
To those who were not so wise, I would lie that they stood a better chance to win her heart if they gave me a birthday present for her.
“Manje kuti madhiri ako abude svenge, better umutengere kabirthday present. Chimoko unototora, shamwari. Ndechako chechidhaka,” I would say assuringly, while casting countless notes into my pockets.
But in nine times out of 10, the woman at the centre of the story would not be aware that I was making money off her.
Gentle reader, such are the trials and tribulations people often find in the world of love, which is worse than a minefield.
Marriage, according to researchers, is the foundational relationship for all of society, and, therefore, there are many reasons for marriage.
All other relationships in society stem from the father-mother relationship, and these other relationships thrive most if that father-mother relationship is simultaneously a close and a closed husband-wife relationship.
Rudo indiro yababa; haipakurirwe munhu wose chero, mweni akakosha sei.
It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that every man and woman has to marry at a certain point in life.
Reasons for marriage range from maturity to the need for consortium, company, sheer lust or to unlock certain benefits.
Some people marry so that they can have children, while some do so to have access to material things like houses and cars. People in the army and other uniformed services like prison guards and the police often marry so that they are accorded better apartments in their residential camps where married people enjoy far better facilities than singles.
“Kuarmy, kana uine mukadzi, unowana hugaro hwakanaka kukunda asina mukadzi nekuti unongokandirwa kure sehonye,” I heard a soldier saying to his brother in a bar recently.
As I commit pen to paper, gentle reader, there are countless people who are living as husband and wife yet they have no feelings for one another. Everything about their relationship is mechanical. If there is no money in the home there is no happiness because in the first instance they married for money and the moment they do not have money they behave like cars, which do not move without a propellent like petrol or diesel.
Some people do not have happiness at all because they married for the sake of pleasing their parents. Unokuvarira mukati sesokisi rehuku kana ukada kufadza ngana. Now that the parents have died, these people see no reason for sticking together.
A lass who sings in the choir is admired by most people, yet the ability to sing does not truly feature on factors generally considered before people enter into a marriage contract.
Courtship and marriage are an important chapter in everyone’s life and require professional handling to avoid challenges that emerge when such issues are handled wrongly.
There are countless women who were married because of the stature of their parents as kings and preachers.
These qualities, while giving someone an aura of authority and respect, do not make such characters understanding and lovable. In fact, they make these women move with a chip above their shoulders, which, in the long run, might lead to marriage breakdown.
“Wamuda here mudhara wemhanza?/Wamuda here nehurombo hwake?/Nekuti mangwana hatidi zvinonetsa/Wozomuramba wawana akanaka,” sang the late Fanuel “System” Tazvida and his trailblazing Chazezesa Challengers in this song which implores people to always marry for the correct reasons.
The fact that a woman has a shapely figure does not automatically make her the perfect one. A good crop is the product of a certified seed and there is need to enter into lifetime relationships with people of sober habits to ensure an enjoyable married life admired by all.
Inotambika mughetto.
Online Reporter