For the last 4 months things have been great. I couldn't have asked for a better husband. I still don't know why Zizwe chose me. And I stopped questioning myself. I'm waiting at the airport for Zizwe. I wanted to go with him after I found that he has stickers in the house that directs him around. He knows which colour to follow to the master bedroom, his study, sitting room, kitchen and garage. And he wanted to go to another province without me. I asked him how he walked to the bathroom in the last dinner party we went to and he told me that his brothers always walk ahead of him. All of this information broke my heart. I keep picturing him lost in an unknown province. I keep thinking maybe that's why we didn't go on our honeymoon. I'm brought back to the presence when a teenage girl scream
