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Tribute to My Hubby
Tribute to My Hubby
Tribute to My Hubby
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Tribute to My Hubby

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A simple platonic love develops into something that outweighs a normal love affair. The story is written at the time when marriages were moving from arranged marriages to a more flexible mode. At the same time, not all marriages began with love affairs, but there was an agreement between the two parties.

Young and innocent, a qualification for marriage at that time, Lindy is approached by Steve, and the rest is history. Critics label the affair incompatible.

The marriage is faced with catfights from all angles.

Endowed with beauty and brains, Lindy draws loads of envy. Traps are set for them to be separated. As is common in people who are loving and trusting, Steve, becomes an easy target.

In warning, him, Lindy would be misconstrued as being jealous and possessive. Communication between the two is hampered, and the marriage is shaky.

The beauty of the story is they overcome the catfights, and, together face the world as one.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris UK
Release dateJun 4, 2014
ISBN9781499086805
Tribute to My Hubby
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Lindy Mlanjana

Born in Idutywa, South Africa, Lindy Mlanjana comes from a family of seven children, being the second of the seven children. Her father was a migrant labourer, and her mother, a housewife. An education specialist and curriculum writer, she joined a group of ESL practitioners (English Second Language) teaching at Ohio University, Athens, USA. There she enjoyed membership of TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) at Washington, USA. A member and chairperson of many boards, she is a key stakeholder in the education system. Married to a doting husband, she is the mother of four children – two boys and two girls.

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    Tribute to My Hubby - Lindy Mlanjana

    Copyright © 2014 by Lindy Mlanjana.

    ISBN:                  Softcover                           978-1-4990-8679-9

                                eBook                                978-1-4990-8680-5

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

    Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

    Rev. date: 06/18/2014

    Xlibris LLC

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    Contents

    1.   Early Encounters

    2.   Eyes to See

    3.   Caught by Surprise

    4.   Family Catfight

    5.   Till Death Do Us Part

    6.   O! Woe the day!

    7.   Pleasant Complications

    8.   Brighter and Brighter—Higher and Higher

    9.   Standing Together, Facing the World

    10.   Aluta Continua

    Early Encounters

    S he looked younger and thinner than her age of nine years. One would even think she was undernourished, very young for her Standard 3 class, and yet, miraculously, she was top of the class. She looked proud of her brand new, hand-made, striped lilac-and-white dress with a white Peter Pan collar, a daughter of a self-styled dressmaker and Sunday schoolteacher. She travelled long distances to be in the ‘big school’ that ended with Standard 6. After school, she had to cross many rivers to get home, not to rest, but to go to the veld to bring cows home. The little dusty village would be interested in knowing how it was to be at a big school and also wanted to get a sense of how long she would survive big school. The village was full of dropouts; they left school before they even got to Standard 2, the last class of their junior primary school.

    The first little villager she came across was briefed about big boys and big girls at school and the games they played.

    ‘Lulu has a boyfriend. He is good-looking, but I think he is more coloured than black. There is no one like him at school. So good-looking! I don’t know his name yet, but wait till you get it from me.’

    ‘I think that’s a perfect match. Lulu is also the best looking girl in the neighbourhood. She is No. 1. I am sure no one matches her looks at school,’ said Collie, summing up.

    For a daughter of a Sunday schoolteacher, such conversations were taboo. No child of hers could even know that there were love affairs. She must only think and speak about school, church, home, and heaven. If Mama could be a fly, the two of us, perpetrators of the evil deed, would be caned and belted, which was what she did best.

    The school week went by very fast, so many challenges of the big school, So much to learn inside and outside of class—the taught and the untaught. After school she heard the name of the ‘coloured’ big boy, ‘Steve’. She had never heard of such a name in the rural areas. The name made him more ‘coloured’ than before. He played soccer like all big boys of around sixteen years. He sang in the school choir like all big boys and girls who were in their teens.

    Hardly one month into the big school, something happened.

    ‘Lindy, wait! Here is a message for you,’ shouted the messenger.

    ‘From who?’ asked Lindy.

    ‘You will soon know. Stop shouting!’ whispered the messenger, another young girl.

    She received a letter, or should it be called a note? No, it had a salutation and an ending; therefore, it was a letter even if it was not in an envelope. She started reading to the end. Who was the writer? Sita—one of the young boys in her class. His home was next to the school. He was lucky he didn’t have to walk long distances. Any nine-year-old boy would easily be mistaken for a girl, especially as they wore shorts at junior primary classes. He was at a stage where anyone of his age could be good-looking. Like all school-going boys, he was neatly dressed, and one could see he came from a family of educated people. In some rural areas, there were educated and uneducated families. That was how people were segregated. From the way a person dressed and spoke one could see whether they were either educated or uneducated.

    Being clever, as she had learnt she was labelled, she could guess what a letter from a boy to the girl was all about, especially a boy who never talked to her. They were both nine years old. Sita, in his own vocabulary, was declaring his undying love for her. Surprise! This was the first letter she had ever received. Such ‘proposals’ were communicated orally, and a common response to them was to run as fast as your feet could carry you away from the proposer. They were never communicated to her in a letter. You could not run away from a letter. Response? The positive side was she was growing up to be a big girl, like the big girls at school. On the negative side, she had learnt at Sunday school, that ‘falling in love’ was taboo and it belonged to the side of the devil. Boyfriends and girlfriends would never go to heaven. That was what he mama, who was their Sunday schoolteacher, taught and reinforced with her cane. Surely the answer would be a big ‘No!’ But she would keep it as evidence of growing up. What if there never was any proposal again!

    The letter was read and kept in the notebook to be read and maybe enjoyed at a later stage. Little was known that after school, her mother would inspect the books, and being proud of her clever girl, she would check how many marks she got.

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