Meeting the Families

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Jabu got the confirmation that he had secured an industrial placement in his hometown. This was the news we had been waiting for and it confirmed that we would now pursue our new plan of bringing marriage arrangements forward.

Now that the plan had been firmed up, it was time for Jabu to meet my family.

Meeting the Nyabanis

In our culture, I could not inform my brothers and sister-in-laws of my new boyfriend until we had firm plans for marriage. My sisters were aware of Jabu, but they had not met him yet.

I was staying with my brother and sister-in-law at the time. I looked for the right time when both of them would be home. After supper I asked if I would talk with them both in private.

I announced to them that “Ndine mukomana wangu (I have got a boyfriend) and I would like you to meet him.” There was some silence and I could not tell where this was going. Then my brother giggled and I could sense excitement from both of them.

“Tete, who is this lucky guy?”

I told them it was Jabu. My brother had briefly met Jabu only once before at a certain gathering and was not aware of anything at the time.

They agreed to meet him and proposed a date and time.

I was excited as I prepared for the day. I prepared a special vegetarian meal for my guests. Jabu was going to be accompanied by his friend.

On the day, my excitement levels were growing as the time approached. I left the house to go and meet Jabu and his friend.

When we got back, I was surprised to see that a cousin of mine had just turned up unannounced to show my brother his new wife. In Zimbabwe it is not unusual for people to turn up unannounced.

My heart sank. How is this going to unfold? I had planned for this day, but I felt I was losing control of things.

We entered and made our way into the living room. After some greetings, I introduced Jabu as my boyfriend to my brother and sister-in-law and to my cousin and his wife.

It was somewhat awkward – the conversations I had expected to take place were now superficial due to the presence of my cousin and his wife.

After the meal, we continued with the conversation. My cousin and his wife were not showing any sign of leaving. After some time, Jabu and his friend decided it was time for them leave as it was getting late.

When I got back from accompanying Jabu and his friend, my cousin and his wife were still there.

The meeting with the family had not gone according to plan. I was not happy.

Sometime later my cousin and his wife bid farewell and left.

My brother and sister-in-law and I looked at each other and burst into a hearty laugh. They had hoped get to know Jabu a little bit more.

They asked me some questions about Jabu. Fortunately, I had all the answers as Jabu and I had discussed many of these things before.

They asked about what our for the future plans for marriage were, and I told them what we had in mind.

Verdict from Jabu

Meeting the Nyabanis didn’t go according to plan. I had expected to get to know Wim’s brother and his family a little bit more, but did not get enough time to talk with them, due to the unexpected visitors who had turned up.

Nevertheless, now that I was known to her brother, I anticipated that other opportunities would present themselves.

And I was right.

Soon opportunities did present themselves. We got to discuss a lot of things, including that he was starting a business venture. I also noticed that he had an amazing sense of humour.

I also gathered how much of a generous person he was and how him and his younger brother had been supporting their younger siblings through school. I was impressed and could relate to that as I was also a beneficiary of my older sibling’s educational support.

Later on I would meet Wim’s other brother and his wife. I also met two of her sisters. Lovely family, the Nyabanis were.

Meeting the Mpofus

I had started an industrial placement in Chinhoyi, and things were moving according to plan. We set a date when Wim would visit to meet my family.

According to our culture, she had to be accompanied by a sister, aunt or a very close friend. In her case, she was to be accompanied by her aunty.

Wim had met one of my older sisters in Harare, who was doing a post-graduate nursing course.

With the date set, the travel arrangements were sorted.

I would be waiting for them at the Chinhoyi bus terminus on the Friday evening. I had advised Wim which bus to take and where they should come off.

At home everyone was excited. My dad and step mum (whom I shall refer to as Mum going forwards) were excited and made all the preparations. All the cleaning was done. The guest bedroom was smartly prepared. Three of my sisters were available for this visit.

Food was prepared.

My friends were aware of the visit and I was waiting to show them my girlfriend.

On the Friday evening, I drove to the bus terminus, to wait for my beloved and her aunty.

My good friend and mentor offered me his car, a beige Renault R4. He was so generous and always lent me his car when I needed it, such that people thought that it was MY car.

As the bus that I expected Wim to be in drove into the terminus, my heart skipped a beat. My girl is here!

But there was no sign of Wim and her aunty. I reasoned that they may have missed the bus. This was before the days of cell phones (mobile phones) and I had no other option but to wait for them patiently.

A couple of other buses came and still no Wim.

Has their bus broken down on the way? I wondered.

I was getting worried now. It was getting dark and I was getting concerned about their safety.

Where is this going? I didn’t move away.

Whilst lost in my thoughts, I was startled by a familiar voice.

“Mukoma, vaenzi vauya!” (Brother, your visitors have arrived!)

Apparently, Wim and her aunty had taken the bus as I had advised them. However, when the bus conductor shouted out that they had now arrived in Chinhoyi, they quickly disembarked. Then they realised that they had come off too early in the town centre and not at the terminus. They quickly thought of way around this.

Wim had the phone number of that lady who sponsored me to go to that Youth Bible Conference! (in The Meeting blog post). The lady directed Wim to her house and she sent her son to come and inform me that our guests were here!

By the time we got to my house it was so late into the night. Wim and her aunty were obviously tired. After quick introductions, they just had time to eat and rest. Of course, we managed to squeeze a few minutes for quick catch up.

Personally, I didn’t sleep much that night. I was so excited! My girlfriend has come to meet my people. Will she like them? Will they like her?

The next day, was church day. I was on cloud nine. The whole family walked to church.

You should have seen my smile as I introduced Wim to people. Most of the people had heard about her but had not met her yet. I noticed those approving and reassuring looks from my friends and adult church members.

After church, we walked back home, and it was time to meet the family properly. We sat down for a delicious meal.

My aunt, my late mum’s sister, arrived later that day. This was becoming huge!

My Dad was a quiet man, but I could tell that he was very happy.

My Mum and sisters made sure the guests were well fed. Everyone was happy. There were a lot of laughs. My family got to know Wim and they all seemed to like her so much. I was happy. Very happy.

Neighbours started coming and meeting Wim and her aunty – they didn’t need any invitation. That’s our way.

My friends and mentors also came to meet this lady they had heard so much about.

For me as I looked at this scene, I could just thank God for taking me thus far. It was at the same house I was born, lost my mum and now I am bringing my girlfriend…

Wim’s verdict

Jabu had told me a lot about his family and it was good to meet all those who could make it on this occasion.

He had mentioned about how his dad had taken care of them as a single parent for three years before he remarried, and I wanted to meet this gentleman. He was such a sweet, gentle, loving, kind and smart man. I noticed that he spoke Shona with a Ndebele accent.

Jabu’s step mum was so loving and kind – she extended great hospitality to me and my aunty.

His sisters were all lovely – they shared some jokes and we had a good time.

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Things were moving swimmingly well. Everything was on track.

Looking ahead there were some cultural hurdles to be cleared cautiously. If we were not careful, these cultural huddles would derail the whole plan.

Next blog will be on Cultural Hurdles on our journey.

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