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"NITAKUBEBA EVERY MORNING UNTIL MY WIFE'S DEATH When they separate us".
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AUTHOR: ELIA Mwaipopo & SHAFA'AT.
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"When I got home that night, my wife ponitayarishia food, I took him by the hand and said, There is something I want to tell you. My wife sat down to eat quietly being prepared to listen. Then I noticed his eyes showed he suffered. I could not even begin how to open my mouth.

But I had to tell to know what I was thinking about yake.Nataka give you a divorce. I began to speak calmly. Appeared kutokereka and my words instead he asked in a gentle voice 'why?' Sikumjibu his question. Less responsive caused bitter. He threw a spoon and he shouted at me, 'you're not a man! "That night, there was no conversation between us. He sobs. I knew that he wanted to know what had happened to our marriage. But for sure I could give him a satisfactory answer nor reason; appeared not belong to me is my love for Husna moved. Sikumpenda again my wife thought it was all for Husna. In fact, I despise my wife! With my heart you know that I make a mistake, I wrote a divorce which showed that she (my wife) would find our house, car and will have a 30% stake in our company. He looked divorce and cut pieces vipande.Mke who have lived with me for 10 years seemed a stranger to my eyes.

Nilimuonea sympathy for time, resources and power he missed but I could not go back because Husna was properly captured my heart. Finally my wife cried in front of me, something that surely I was expecting. To me her cry gave me cheap .Wazo of limenisumbua abandon my wife for several months and now has continued to improve and be more sure thing next .Siku I come home too late, I found my wife writing something at the table. I have never wanted to eat food he chonipikia I go straight to sleep in the bedroom and took me immediately because I was tired. I was shocked to sleep at night my wife was still writing. I did not care I covered quite well down to sleep again. The next morning was given the terms of his divorce, he did not want anything from me but he needed to obtain at least a month to prepare before they divorced. He asked that the period of one month and he all I try to live a life of love or size according possible. Because it was a small but important: our son was about to do the test in the following month that he was not like a child should suffer for psychological reason to abandon us. This was not a problem to me, I agreed to his plan. But it was imperative, he asked me how I vyombeba remember our wedding day. Akaniomba and urged that the period of one month nambeba me from the bed to the door to happen to us every morning. I thought it is close to insanity. To make our last days must not conflict with the terms I agreed with her amazing .Nilimsimulia Husna regarding the terms of the divorce with my wife. Husna laughed too, found it ridiculous. "Even using gimmicks of how divorce is necessary," said Husna again for contempt. My wife and I do not ever come in contact since I explained to her intent to divorce. So I pombeba for the first time all of us nuniana. Our son was very happy and clapping behind us, 'aah father, mother kambeba his hands'. His words yalinichoma heart directly. From our room to the living room, then back to the door, is more than ten meters I carried my wife. Alifumba eyes and spoke in a soft voice and gentle; do not tell our son about the divorce. I agreed to the head, though I felt bad. Nilimuweka down out of the house. He went to the bus station waiting for his work and I was driving to my office. The next day, the process was easy for all of us. Aliegemea my bosom. I heard fragrant scent he ofukiza on her blouse. I realized that I have watched carefully my wife for a very long time. I realized it was the daughter again. There were facial folds and her hair began to be white! Our marriage I have eaten her beauty. For a minute I thought why these showeth. The fourth day I pombeba affection between us zilirejea. This is the woman who gave live with me and we have lived for ten years now. On the fifth and sixth it was clear that our love was yakimea reviewed. Husna I have not told about this. As the month draws near already noticed comfortably carry my wife and exercise became easier. You probably do this every day more kuliniimarisha .Alikuwa choosing what to wear the next morning. He chose several clothing did not find linalomfaa. Then he groaned, 'All my clothes have been great'. I realized that my wife has become much less, I think that's why I can carry easily. Suddenly something likanichoma ... my wife has pain and anguish in his heart. Involuntarily I touched his head. Once our son came out and said 'it's time to carry her father, mother you to go to work'. His mother carrying him to see father became a very fun thing. My wife showed signs mwanetu moves closer and embraced him with great love. Flipped my face so that I changed his mind at the last minute. Then I carried him in my arms from the bedroom, living room and then to the door. Her hand was soft neck has surrounded me with love. I embraced her body; it was like a day of our marriage. But his quickness got me doubting my last day of pombeba I find it difficult even to make a single step. Our son was shakwenda schools. I held him closely and tell him I realized that our life lacked love. I went to my office .... I went down the car even without closing the door. For I felt I was just too late I can change I decides .... I pand level. Husna opened the door and I said, 'Samahan the sna, a need to divorce my wife.' She looked at me in wonder, then touched my head. He asked me 'Unaumwa?' Eliminated his hand on my head. 'Sorry, Husna, I said I do not want to divorce my wife. I think my marriage was not happy because I did not appreciate the detail of our lives, my wife and I, not that we love one another. I realize that since I pombeba day of our marriage I had to carry her all the days of our life, I love my wife and I will not leave until death kitakapotutenganisha. 'It came as Husna was disillusioned. Akanizaba tablet strength, he leans against the door and began to cry. I went down the stairs to my departure. I went to a flower shop, I ordered a lot of beautiful flowers for my wife. The dealer asked me to write down what's on the card. Nikatabasamu and write "Nitakubeba every morning my wife until death kitakapotutenganisha". That evening I came home with flowers in my hands, a big smile face, I fled to the bedroom, I received the corpse of my wife in bed. Lo, my wife had been suffering from cancer for several months and I could not identify because I moved my mind to Husna not have time to sit and discuss the problems of life nor my wife.

He knew that he would die soon and wanted to let me enter into hatred and our baby as I forced a premature divorce. At least, seem in the eyes of my son is a good man ... ................. God in Eternal Peace amuweke my wife. Nitamkumbuka always.

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