21/04/2026
My first time to witness 'World War' was when my ex husband's relatives came to our home to take back the cows they had brought for my dowry three months earlier!
I will never forget this day! 😂
Our marriage had always been a rocky one, we were just not compatible. However much I tried to make things work as a woman, things seemed to get worse.
Ivun the decision to pay my dowry hadn't sounded like a good idea when my husband told me he wanted to do it, coz I always knew someday we would break up.
I was against it.
However he had convinced me and I had agreed and a lovely ceremony had been organised and dowry had been paid, but three months after that, things had gotten ugly and I had left my house permanently and gone back to my mother's house.
After lots of exchange between my family and his, threats had began flying and his family gave a date that they would come to collect their cows and no matter how much my father pleaded with them for things to be solved amicably, they wouldn't tone down. I am sure my ex husband was the one fueling all this out of bitterness.
I pitied my dad coz he was pleading with them out of fear of being embarrassed!
He knew if indeed my ex husband's family came for the cows, it would be an embarrassment. The whole village would know...and the way he was proud of those cows!
Those were actually the first cows he ever owned...the first cows to roam his compound. The way he took care of them with passion! Grazing and watering them on a daily basis, cleaning their shed, calling a vet to check their health often ivun when none was sick.
The way he whistled joyfully as he milked the lactating one. He had ivun given each one of them a name and the cows also seemed to love him. They recognised him in a beautiful way. He spoke to them and they responded accurately, like humans. So amazing!
I really felt for my dad!
Apart from the embarrassment he would feel coz definitely villagers would mock him, he would also feel lonely coz he had g