Scorned Nasha vents her fury
Bame Piet | Tuesday March 25, 2014 15:17
“I came to know that the woman was residing in that part of Gaborone called “the Village at the house of some prison warder whom I never came to know. Not that I really wanted to know him; all I wanted to do was to pinpoint the location of the house and plan my long overdue raid. I carried out secret reconnaissance missions, using borrowed vehicles with heavily tinted windows to check out the house,” she says in her autobiography: Madam Speaker, Sir, released last Thursday.
She says that one day her husband told her he was attending some errands, which he never explained to her. He took longer than necessary.
“I thought to myself, this is the time to pounce on the unsuspecting culprits. I had my own vehicle, so I got into my car and drove straight to the love nest. Lo and behold, the lovebirds were sitting outside their little hiding place, nestling their heads on each other’s shoulders. To crown it all, the woman was half naked, and her breasts were hanging out there for her partner in crime to enjoy,” Nasha says.
She says that her husband has a daughter with the nurse he was cheating with. She said that after the incident, she was hopeful that the husband would stop the affair but he didn’t. “I also learnt that the baby girl the woman was carrying was my husband’s daughter. When she was older, she became a nuisance to my family. She would telephone our house every now and then wanting to talk to her father, much to the displeasure of my boys, until one day, one of them told her to stop calling or face the music. Whatever that music was, I don’t know, but the calls stopped”.
Nasha was not going to rest until her man was back home and behaving like a family man. She says she carried out two more raids at a bar in Mochudi and a nightclub in Mogoditshane.
“Many other incidents followed, but there is one, which I definitely have to relate involving this nurse. At the time she lived in a house in Mogoditshane, which apparently had been built using some of the proceeds from our family’s transport business. We travelled to it in my friend’s car and wore headscarves, dark sunglasses and strange looking hats”.
She says she did not care how attentive people were, but was confident they would not recognise them. She rehearsed the route to the house for a while in a borrowed vehicle just to get it right for her ‘military’ intervention.
Her husband was away for hours and the night was going to turn to day in a few hours time. She got up in the middle of the night and drove to Mogoditshane.
“I had my lights low when I got there. I got out of the car and slowly opened the gate so it wouldn’t creak. I got back into the car and drove into the yard. There were a few scrawny poor local breed dogs, which started barking at me. I was not in the least bit afraid”
Under the cover of darkness, ‘Madam Speaker, Sir’ walked around the house. “There was a good pile of stock bricks outside the house and I decided to use them as missiles. I grabbed a couple and started hurling them at the bedroom window. I don’t know how many I hurled through the window but there was pandemonium inside the house. The woman was screaming her lungs out, calling for help from whom I don’t know”
‘Madam Speaker, Sir,’ hurled stock bricks at every room the woman tried to escape to. “In fact, by the time I ran out of bricks, there was hardly any windowpane left intact. Once I was sure that all the windowpanes were broken and a lot of damage had been caused inside the house, I went for their cars. I let out all the air in their tyres, then drove off”.
The Nasha couple divorced in 2003.