As promised, following a donation to http://gofundme.com/friends-of-pakati below is the next part of the story first told on here https://friendsofpakati.com/2020/05/10/chapter-one-of-outside-zim-borders-a-much-longer-story-from-pauline-machengo/
OK, here is Chapter 2 of the story…..
Outside Zim Borders
Written by Pauline Machengo
After checking my tickets I looked for my passport. Everything was in place. Tomorrow I was hitting the road. Honestly I was having mixed feelings about this whole thing. Worst I was now feeling so cold. Why was I feeling so cold. Oh Okay so Chris had left my door wide open. This guy is something else. He broke up with me now he left my door open. Well I closed my door, I had a lot of energy unlike other days. Guys if you have a big journey ahead of you, you will not sleep am I lying?.
Although I was having insomnia, I had to sleep in time. Tomorrow I was supposed to see my Pastor before I go. Journeys like these needs spiritual escorts. You don’t just go without engaging the Holy Spirit. Guys I’m a Christian okay. I believe in praying.
I was about to sleep when suddenly I remembered something. Although I was safe in my house, I was not going to sleep without my passport and bus ticket right besides me. Guys I mean Chris could come and take them since he has some keys to my apartment. I wasn’t going to trust him given that we had a fight and he was totally opposed to the idea of me going to South Africa. I was not going to take any chances so I took my travelling documents and put them right under my pillow. I said a little prayer and closed my eyes letting the nature take me to dreamland where I was going to have a vision of my journey.
THE BUS was idling, ready to go. Its head was already facing the exit gates of Roadport (coach terminal in Harare). I was sitting by the window craning my neck in order to have a clear view of the Forth Street taxi rank. Eagle Liner buses are so high that you can see people walking around like ants. The view was so perfect. I was smiling like nobody’s business. Finally I was on my way to Cape Town. Goodbye Zimbabwe!
“Excuse me sister can I sit there?” Said a handsome guy carrying some sets of headphones and an iPad. I locked my eyes with his and I couldn’t move or say anything. I was hypnotized. The handsomeness of this dude was not doing any justice to me. I started imagining my journey to Cape Town sitting next to this perfect soul. OMG is he smiling at me?. I licked my lips, they were already wet. I was literary drooling over this guy.
“Can I sit please?.” He repeated again.
“Sure, you can sit”
Jeez what was I thinking. What if he changed his mind and took another seat. Eish I’m so disappointed in myself.
“Sure !” I said it loudly again
“Sure what?” Okay, I know this voice. Please don’t tell me its Chris. I opened my eyes only to realise that I was sleeping on my bed in my room. Really now. Why, where is the handsome guy now?and what is this guy doing in my house at this hour.
“So you’re now talking in your sleep?” Chris asked me.
“I did not talk!” I said that reaching for my pillow to make sure that this ex lover didn’t tamper with my traveling documents. See guys I told you Chris can get in my house anytime. Imagine if I had left my passport in my bags. My instincts are always correct. They had never and will never fail me.
“Why are you shouting?” He asked eying me.
“I did not talk, why did you pour water on my face Chris?”
Okay my pillows were wet and it seemed as if when I was licking my lips in my dreams I and was leaking the sweat that was on my face.
“Hahaha and you liked it. You were smiling” he said that mocking me.
“What are you doing in my house?” I asked him with a straight face.
“Came to see if you had gone already” he answered whilst checking my bags.
“I need my car reg book” I said
“For what?” He asked
“I sold the car yesterday. I need to surrender the book”
l was now making my bed. ” You did what?”
Chris can be so hard at times. He bought me this car as a birthday present and it was in my name so now I was telling him that I sold it and he is reacting like its a big deal.
“I sold it” I repeated my system.
“But why Tashy?, so you’re trying to destroy everything that is attached to us. Are you not coming back?, what if things don’t go well there in South Africa are you not gonna use it when you come back?”.
“Nothing will go wrong, I’m not gonna come back anytime soon because you broke up with me. Lastly the car is mine and I can do whatever I want with it so please can I have the book”
“Fine Tashy, you can come and take it. I’m leaving. Have a safe journey” he banged my door and left .
Sometimes I feel like Chris lacked real discipline. He’s the only child of his parents so he’s a spoiled brat. He needs someone to tell him to behave. As for me I have a journey to prepare for. I couldn’t see why he could not understand. Guys its my car and no one must have a say on it. This Chris dude was trying to ruin my traveling day just like he did to my nice dreams. 😀😀😀Okay enough of this Chris.
Speaking of my dreams, I was now wondering if it was going to come true. Dreams have a tendency of lying especially mine. I don’t trust my dreams but I was praying for it to come true.
I bathed and after changing into decent clothes I took my car keys and left for my Pastor’s house. I was leaving for South Africa that same day at 6pm …
MUCH more still to come in this extraordinary tale!
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