The Unfaithful Spouse

“Now I know you an enemy of progress,” Mira shouted at Johnny and Shook her buttocks in a funny routine to spite him. Johnny shook his head and walked away. Meanwhile, King Zamadora was busy observing the rhythm of the vibration of Mira’s buttocks. It was celebration galore at the palace until darkness enveloped the community. ………………………………………. “Yes! Yes!!” They all concurred. “A farmer will regard a yam tendril that has the support of leaves. If by any reason our King betrays the confidence of our noble people, then the appropriate step must be taken by the council of elders and chiefs,” one of the elders said. He assured everyone that a decision would be reached as soon as possible. The councils of chiefs and elders excused themselves. His Royal Highness was short of words. He blinked several times like a thief caught in a sugar cane plantation. “How terribly wrong everything had gone,” she thought as she knelt down and covered her face with her shaky hands. He looked at her gravely and gazed away as tears began to trickle through her fingers. Beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead. She was heavy hearted. For the first time in her whole life, she was faced with the undisputable reality that she cannot eat her cake and have it. But once she harbored this thought. She was mortally afraid of it. She tried to thrust it away from her and face the consequences. It was too late to cry when the head was already cut off. It is much too late to regret anything. She gave her husband a quick glance, bit hard at her lower lip and then made a gesture of hopelessness. Soku glanced back without a word but after a moment, his mind ruminated through the issue as he sat down quietly with jubilation in his heart. He shook his head and said, “Why was it all going to end this way? The greatest native doctor prophesied that she was the best woman for me. Even, my parents and relatives were adamant that I should marry her or no one else.”