Epilogue

My breakfast is not going to make itself you unworthy little piece of shit",that's my husband everyone screaming to me as I was ironing his shirt for work.

I got up and made my way towards the kitchen."Baba what would you like to eat?".Bowing my head as a sign of respect."If I had married a worthy and educated wife who payed attention she would probably know what I want for breakfast but now am stuck with this piece of rubbish of a village girl that is not educated ".Little did he know that I got distinction in all my subjects at school if you would see my Matric result you would cry."Make me scrambled eggs and beacons".Took out some pans started doing what my husband wanted,when I was finished I dished them out to him.Went back to the room to finish what I was doing before he finished his breakfast.