I feel like my man is one of many men who have been driven to delusion by pussy.
Why does he cheat on me?
Is my love not enough, so much so that he feels the need to disrespect me by lying to me about his philandering ways?
He forgets that it was my hands that straightened his tie and picked out his perfectly tailored suits.
It was my encouragement that taught him how to hold his head up high.
I puffed-up his mane, taught him how to smile and enjoy every moment given to him.
Before me, he was as significant as a dilapidated building stuck in the middle of the inner city.
How dare he think he can walk away from me when I gave him life?
I spent five years of my life with him, and we’re supposed to get married and have children together.
I won’t allow him to leave me.
He can’t leave me.
He’s the only one in this world who truly loves me.
I feel like I’m a luxurious mansion nestled between the slopes of the 12 Apostles on Table Mountain, surrounded by the panoramic view of the cold Atlantic, promising a comfortable resting place for the heart.
However, as soon as someone steps inside to make themselves at home, the cracks on the walls put them off. The mould growing on the broken furniture turns their stomachs, and the cockroaches scurrying across the floor sends them running out the front door.
Perhaps I’m not as worthy for love as I believe to be.
Maybe I should be grateful for whatever bit of love I can get.
He will love me again – that I can promise.
I sought the help of a traditional healer that recommended that I use korobela, a powerful love potion that will have him back in love with me in no time.
He will once again worship the ground I walk on, never leaving my side. He will shower me with affection as if we were a new couple wholly smitten with each other.
Sure, he’ll be a “yes” man, rarely picking a fight with me, but that’s not a problem at all.
All I need to do is folk out R1,500 for a small bottle of the potion and put a few drops of it in his food and drink.
I would need to use it for a lifetime because its power wears off every three months, but this is fine because he’s mine “till death do us part”.
This past weekend, I returned home from the airport after dropping my plans of going on a retreat with my girls. I wanted to surprise my man with a romantic dinner.
I was excited to rush back home to him, but as soon as I stepped through the front door, something was amiss.
I saw clothes lying all over the staircase leading to our bedroom, and I immediately knew what was happening.
I felt like a volcano ready to erupt as anger surged through my body, prompting my fight response into action.
How dare he cheat on me!
I stomped to our bedroom, flung open the door and saw him in bed with another man.
Now, I wonder if the korobela is still worth using on a man who no longer wants to be with me because I am a woman.
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