Uganda Today Edition: What goes around must always come back.
Ssegona and his wife Nabasumba had it in the most unpalatable way.
Silent Dinner
Nabasumba had suspected something was amiss for weeks now. Her husband, Ssegona, had been staying out late, making excuses, and acting distant. Despite her attempts to confront him, he always had an explanation ready, leaving her with a gnawing feeling of unease.
One evening, unable to shake off her suspicions, Nabasumba decided to follow Ssegona. She trailed his car discreetly until it stopped in front of a modest house on the outskirts of town. As she watched from a distance, her heart sank as Ssegona entered the house, confirming her worst fears.
Determined to uncover the truth, Nabasumba waited patiently, her eyes fixed on the house. Hours passed before the front door finally opened, revealing Ssegona stepping in only to be welcomed by another woman. Rage and betrayal surged through Nabasumba as she watched them embrace.
Suppressing the urge to confront them immediately, Nabasumba waited for Ssegona to settle. Once he was gone, she approached the house, her resolve steeling with every step. With trembling hands, she pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit living room.
There, sitting at the dining table, were Ssegona and his mistress, oblivious of any sudden interferance. Nalumu’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene before him. Ssegona sat there, clad in nothing but his pants, laughing and enjoying a meal with his lover.
Without a word, Nabasumba strode over to the table, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She pulled out a chair and seated herself across from them, her gaze cold and unwavering. Ssegona’s eyes widened in shock as he realized who had intruded upon their secret rendezvous.
For a moment, the room hung heavy with tension as Nabasumba stared down her cheating husband and his mistress. Then, without uttering a single word, she reached for the nearest plate and served herself a portion of the meal.
The duo ate in silence, and Ssegona crestfallen coundnt continue with the meal the only sound filling the room the clinking of cutlery against plates. Nabasumba’s mind raced with a mixture of anger, hurt, and determination. She refused to let Ssegona’s betrayal break her.
When the meal was finished, Nabasumba rose from her seat, her eyes never leaving Michael’s. With a steely resolve, she turned on her heel and walked out of the house, leaving behind the shattered remnants of their deceitful affair.
As she drove away, Nabasumba knew that she had confronted her demons and emerged stronger for it. No longer would she allow herself to be deceived and betrayed. From that moment on, she would forge her own path, leaving behind the painful memories of a marriage built on lies.