HOW WE GOT DIVORCED

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali This other day I stood still at a market place Dumbfounded at unfolding events I shook my head in worry I accused thyself for marrying early I couldn't do otherwise, I took her number she was a beauty, a master class of beauty The arrangement was to meet at a lodge next day I was mad Surely, the madness was at an advanced stage I didn't have money for the arrangement So I sold the only remaining bag of maize at home So I could honour the arrangement At the lodge, drama filled up the air Instead of only meeting the beautiful lady, there I met my wife also Divorce papers in her hand