“I fell in love with this ‘man’ in 2013, but I later went and stayed in Macheke. I came back to Mutare in 2015 and we reignited our romance. Before ‘he’ dated me, I only knew ‘him’ as a carpenter and ‘he’ used to repair my furniture. Then, ‘he’ had a wife and ‘he’ used to come to my house in the afternoon and went back to his wife in the evening. In August this year ‘he’ separated from his wife and came to stay with me at my house. ‘He’ told me that ‘he’ chased his wife away because she wanted to poison ‘him’,” she said and added:
“I was surprised one of the days when I told one of my children, Masset, to go and do our laundry. She went and did the laundry from a nearby stream. I did not know that Chiwenga’s pants were among the dirty clothes. As Masset did the laundry she noticed that the pants were stained with menstrual blood.”
“She told me that my husband’s pants were stained with blood and asked me if ‘he’ also menstruates. I was shocked. I requested to view the pants and for sure they were stained with blood. I took the pants and hid them. When he came back at night I asked ‘him’ if ‘he’ suffers from a sexually transmitted disease for I suspected that the blood stains could have been so because of a disease.
“‘He’ played hide-and-seek and refused to tell me what was going on. For the next five days I noticed the blood stains on ‘his’ pants and my suspicion grew.
“In our relationship ‘he’ didn’t want me to caress ‘him’. He didn’t want me to remove ‘his’ clothes.
“‘His’ breasts are bigger than mine and when I asked ‘him’ to explain the abnormality, ‘he’ said they were big because ‘he’ was a weightlifter. One day I gave ‘him’ hot water to bath and I followed ‘him’ in the bathroom. When I got in I got the shock of my life. I asked ‘him’ why ‘he’ lied all these years and ‘he’ asked for forgiveness. I told ‘him’ to leave my house, but ‘he’ refused. I later discovered that ‘he’ was using a pestle in making love to me. I confronted ‘him’ over the issue and ‘he’ confessed that ‘he’ would put two condoms on the pestle each time we become intimate.
“I located the pestle and hid it. We quarrelled over the pestle as I wanted to take it to the police and ‘he’ wanted to destroy it. I managed to hide it under the mattress. Every time we slept together I felt deep pain and I had difficulties in walking because of the pestle ‘he’ used. I later opened up to my relatives and told them everything. Right now I am having endless menstrual periods because of that pestle ‘he’ used,” she said.
