“Bar Man, give me two cold one!” said Dr. Mwape with a plastic smile on his face although he didn`t mind been addressed as Mister regardless of his Doctor of Philosophy title he got in the USA. He had been drinking for the past 6 hours trying to clear his mind following marital dispute back home which has made him to stay out of sight for two nights now and tonight was going to be his 3rd. “I said two!” he registered while signalling two fingers for the quantity of beer. “Here you go sir but know that we are about to close”. The bar man informed the drunken man as he got a 50 kwacha note which Dr. Mwape put on the counter. “Who has given you the rights to tell me that-ah?” he paused and continued “I have just started enjoying my beer and you are telling me that closing nonsense!” “Moreover, who is the boss between you, the bar owner and me?” “You are the boss sir”. He answered avoiding any possible confrontation as he came to learn this from his first days as bar-man when he used to reason with drunken men and women. “You have answered correctly and for that you have earned yourself 20pin (K20) take it my friend”. He gave him the money and his drizzling eyes tried to fix on the two bottle of beer which stood in front of him waiting to be emptied but they looked too many and appeared to be dancing. “Since when did you start dancing?” He asked the bottle and almost immediately got hold of them and put one under his left arm-pit and drank a bit from the other and began talking to it. “So far you seem to be my own true friends, you and him here”. He paused while looking at the other bottle and continued “tell me, is that the woman I married, who is the mother of my two kids or that is a devil`s agent working under-cover in my wife Towela the most adorable lady I have ever known?” he asked. “Yes I know that I was wrong kissing her young sister Carol but I am a changed person now!” “Please don’t just look at me like that! Say something”. He said in a low voice and continued after some moment of silence. “Honestly speaking, is it fair for me to cook for myself, wash my own clothes, and sleep in the spare bedroom”. “As if that is not enough, I am not allowed to watch TV which I bought using my own money and I can’t even quench the burning fire within me as if I have no wife!” he complained, drank some more and continued. “I just slapped her once and it was a simple one but where did I end up?” “Police cells and spent two nights in that dirty and stinking hell of a place before I was cleared and we both underwent counselling but still she has not forgiven me!” He answered his question at once. “How many times has she been slapping me, locking our bedroom door whenever I challenge her over something and denying me food?” He asked, paused and then continued. “Honestly speaking I am tired of it, I am tired of her, and I am tired of this dysfunctional marriage but I am not tired of Queen and Jack my little and lovely kids that this woman wants to take away from me”. He announced and at the thought of his children, he began imagining how they are since he never saw them the past two nights due to his late coming and his wife has been sleeping with them in the master bedroom. He tried to look up but felt tears in his eyes and he knew that he was missing his family especially the kids.
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