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Tales from the Hood: Jezebel’s Plight

From my hood, I learnt at age 10 that the best thing a woman can ever do is to stay away from other people’s men and husband. I recently, watched a video of a woman who was caught committing adultery and harsh as the actions may have seemed on that video it seemed to me like a drop in the ocean compared to what I had witnessed in the hood.

Our neighbor Mavis was fond of complaining about her promiscuous husband. As soon as people in the hood saw her coming they would whisper and speculate on the latest with her hubby. The latest was that he had gone AWOL and word had it that he had a new girlfriend whom he was living with in Chawama.

Ba Mavy as she was fondly called in he hood was a resourceful and tenacious woman. She had the most advanced investigative skills such that no matter who her husband had an affair with she was able to find out and locate the woman. Ba Mavy came to tell the neighbors that she now knew exactly where her husband’s concubine lived and that she was going to bring her that afternoon. She asked all her friends in the hood to stay in one place and not live so that they could give the husband snatcher a beating.

It is worth mentioning that this was in the early 90’s and there were no cellphones at the time. In the hood it is everyone’s business to know everyone’s business. In no time, news spread that Ba Mavy was going to bring her husbands concubine. Whilst most people laughed it off saying there was no way she would be able to do that, they all lingered around her house.  

Around 15 hours the kids in the hood yelled she is coming and everyone rushed to get a glimpse of Ba Mavy coming with another woman. The two women were smiling and chatting as they walked to her house. They looked like two good friends, most of the neighbors were trying hard to pick their jaws off the floor in shock. True to her word Mavis had managed to lure her husband’s concubine home. About 15 minutes after their arrival her friends started trekking to her house.

What followed were sharp pitched agonizing screams as the women descended on the concubine. Mavis and her friends beat the woman up while calling for back up by screaming “Hule”. If you live in my hood and even most parts of Zambia the moment you here even just a lone voice shouting the word Hule, you know its about to go down. The word is a cue for anyone around to go and beat a woman for committing adultery, for being found with another woman’s man, and it all borders on promiscuity all of which in this case is deemed the woman’s fault regardless of whether she knew the man was married or had another woman. Many Zambian women have been known to catch their husband’s with other women in countries like the U.K or even South Africa and when a fight ensued, they shouted Hule…hoping someone will come and assist them in a way only the Zambians do.

So back to Mavis’ and her friends, they beat the woman, stripped her naked pinched her thighs till her poor dark skin turned maroon. They then forced her legs open and poured chili into her private parts and set her free.  The woman was totally naked and screaming from not only the beatings but the chili that was in her person. When some of the elderly women offered to give the concubine a chitenge to cover up as she walked. Mavis and her friends threatened to beat them too.   Mavis and her crew were feared in the hood for their unorthodox ways of dealing with anyone who crossed their path.

The concubine walked away naked in shame, assaulted and stripped of her personhood, dignity and life with the whole community which had gathered from far and wide including children watching. A taxi driver who had stopped by the roadside took pity on her and told her to get into his cab and he drove her away.


Mavis then narrated to her friends how she found herself in Chawama at the concubine’s house. She said she introduced herself to the woman as her husband’s sister. She told the woman that her husband had told her about them and she decided to pay a visit. The concubine prepared her a meal, bought her drinks and told her everything including how Mavis’ husband was planning to leave Mavis for good to be with her. Mavis then said she needed to go home and invited the concubine to come with her so that she knows where the sister in law lived. Easily convinced, the concubine came with Mavis clueless that she was infact with the wife of the man she lived with and not his sister…. 

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Unknown said…
Makes for good reading....abena Mavy bali shupa
Susanm said…
Thank you Oscar :)
Susanm said…
Thank you Oscar :)

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