This archive report was first published on 24 May 2020.
As I reflect on my marriage to Fiolina, I am reminded of the significant changes she has undergone in recent years. The Fiolina I married several years ago was a humble and religiously submissive woman, who with my guidance, grew in confidence and intelligence. However, the Fiolina I now live with is a different person altogether - tough, arrogant, and confident to the point of being dismissive.
Our home, which I built with my own hands, has become a battleground where Fiolina's newfound confidence clashes with my own sense of authority. She treats me like a visitor in my own house, and I am left feeling like a stranger in a place I once called home.
My demanding role as a deputy has taken a toll on our relationship, and the COVID-19 pandemic has only added to the stress. Fiolina, who is the head of our school, has been issuing instructions to me, asking me to visit the school regularly and ensure that other teachers do the same. Her informants keep her updated on my movements, and she is quick to remind me of my responsibilities.
Despite the challenges, I have found an unlikely ally in one of our teachers, Nzomo. We have started visiting the school together, and our interactions have become more relaxed. We even started doing some schoolwork for willing students, and our days at school have become something to look forward to.
However, my newfound happiness was short-lived. When I returned home last Friday, I was met with a furious Fiolina, who had been listening to some questionable advice. She kicked me out of the house, declaring that she would never allow me to return. I was left with no choice but to seek refuge with my parents, where I slept in my childhood bed.
As I look back on the events that led to my eviction, I am reminded of the importance of communication and understanding in any relationship. Whether we reconcile or not, one thing is certain - next time we differ, it is Fiolina who should leave my house, not the other way around!
