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As I write this book, it is five month since Silindiwe
died. She passed away on the 6th of March 2014.
She left me with two loving daughters—Whitney and
Tiffany. I write this short book in memory of her.
May her soul rest in peace.
It is my hope that as you read this book, you also
will be transformed and want to change your
marriage into one that is able to express love.
Remember love is not love until it is given away. We
have only one chance to express it and that is when
we are still alive.
As I write this book, it is five month since Silindiwe
died. She passed away on the 6th of March 2014.
She left me with two loving daughters—Whitney and
Tiffany. I write this short book in memory of her.
May her soul rest in peace.
It is my hope that as you read this book, you also
will be transformed and want to change your
marriage into one that is able to express love.
Remember love is not love until it is given away. We
have only one chance to express it and that is when
we are still alive.
As I write this book, it is five month since Silindiwe
died. She passed away on the 6th of March 2014.
She left me with two loving daughters—Whitney and
Tiffany. I write this short book in memory of her.
May her soul rest in peace.
It is my hope that as you read this book, you also
will be transformed and want to change your
marriage into one that is able to express love.
Remember love is not love until it is given away. We
have only one chance to express it and that is when
we are still alive.
Copyright 2014 by John Simoyi All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the author. Prologue Three years before the death of my wife on the 6th of May 2014 I had made it my custom to wake up at 2:00 am every day to pray for her and my kids. Every evening before we went to bed we would sing one or two songs as a family and pray. I would take one or two days every week or two weeks to fast for my family. I did not do this because there was anything wrong, but just to thank God for my family and to commit them to Him for protection. I thanked God for my wife and I told Him I was happy that I had such an amazing woman in my life. My family told me that my prayers were very long. I wanted to make sure I prayed for them all, however, and asked God to protect them from evil. When my wife passed away after a very short illness, I wondered why God would do this to me. I could not face Him. I felt betrayed. I wondered what I had done so wrong that He could not forgive me. I wanted to understand Him but I could not. I could not find a reason to believe in Him again. I felt the need to re-examine the doctors reports to see if they had done enough. Once when I was at the hospital, I took the medical report to another doctor for him to explain what was going on and to ask if the doctors were doing enough. I felt the need to get them to explain things over and over again. I wanted to blame someone and get satisfaction and comfort. Dismissing those thoughts, I started to blame myself, thinking that she could have survived if I had done things differently. I wanted to turn back the hands of time. Despite this, I found no answers to my questions. I thank those who helped me in prayer and in fellowship. I am sure as you read this testimony you will be inspired to make the right changes while the sun still shines on your marriage. Till Death Do Us Part I saw Silindiwe at a church conference and she was everything I ever wanted. I imagined my life with her and was pleased. I knew her, for I had met her once before, but she had grown to become an amazing woman. We were married one year after that encounter at the conference. I followed every protocol expected of me by our tradition and church. I understood the importance of establishing a solid foundation. My mentor had taught me that every marriage has roots that go back to how it was established. I knew it was going to make my marriage acceptable. I had no doubt in my mind that I was marrying the women of my dreams and had done it the right way and at the right time. Most young men ignore and take lightly the importance of following tradition and Christian principles before entering marriage. Courtship is basically between lovers, but marriage is highly influenced by other factors such as tradition, society and church. To ignore these factors can be very damaging to any marriage. When our families, society and church are not involved, our marriage can be harmed. The sweetness of courtship between lovers usually overshadows the importance of these social principles for marriage. We had almost a year and half of courtship. What an amazing period it was. Love was expressed in earnest and without reservations. I could watch over and help with cooking. I could carry a bucket of water to the bathroom for her. The words, "I love you", were on my lips all the time and I would say it over and over again. I could talk about anything. I was funny and make friends with "Sleendy," as I called her. She became a friend and I could not do without her. The sound of her voice had power to make me rise up and check on her like a mother does a child. I was thrilled by her presence and I could tell her, "I love you," even in her sleep. This is what took us into marriage after a year. It was a dream come true. It is common during courtship to ignore some very important issues because of the sweetness of the period. We were so sure we had discussed and agreed on everything. Surprisingly, soon after marriage, everything started to change. The social principles I respected at the beginning of my marriage started to control my response toward my wife. My tradition demanded authority as a father and my church demanded that I be respected as husband. A lot of things changed. There seemed to be no connection between the events of our courtship period with what I was experiencing in marriage. My tradition did not allow me to carry water to the bathroom for my wife; neither did it allow me to help with cooking. I felt that making Sleendy my friend or telling her, "I love you" all the time was going to compromise my authority and was a sign of weakness as a husband. When the title husband was said during courtship it was thrilling, but when I became one, that title changed everything. My way of expressing love for Sleendy changed to be that of making sure she had everything material she needed. I had to make sure she had good food on the table, things to wear whenever she wanted and that she could change her hair style anytime. Everyone around me was watching anxiously to see how I was going to manage my new life. Submitting to my authority and showing respect became the way to express love and falling short of it was a failure from my Sleendy. For me, my love was expressed through the ability to provide. . Love to me had not been taught in any other language than authority and provision. The church taught that a wife must be submissive and my tradition taught that the husband was to be the authority and to provide for his wife. The society I had grown up in strongly influenced my new life. What I had seen while growing up had built my software and programmed what was expected of me. To maintain authority and respect I talked less and did away with being funny or too friendly. If I had to talk to Sleendy it had to be something very important or something that appealed to me. She had to praise me or make me feel all-knowing or else the conversion was not going to be interesting. She struggled to create a conversation with me. I was in control of when to talk. Everything was to reflect what I thought represented my authority and respect. The church and my tradition defined how I was to get my wife to submit to my authority and how she was to respect me. There was no link between love and authority or respect. In fact it was as if a man who loved his wife would not be respected by his wife. As I managed my family that way, church and society respected me. I was proud of being able to give the impression of having a spectacular marriage. I sound so terrible, but during the time in question we were a happy couple. Those who lived with us will testify to this. How then does it sound so terrible? The answer is found in the way I was compromising beyond any imaginable levels of stress to make my marriage work. Most families are going through the same predicament. Many families, however, are not compatible. If we ask ourselves what we are doing for each other we will realize that one person is sacrificing more than the other to make the marriage work. I loved my wife more than anything else but my love was buried inside me. Expressing it seemed like a sign of weakness. I didn't realize that my wife was suffocating. She could not reconcile the type of man I had turned out to be with the man she knew during courtship. The things I provided her were not the reason she had fallen in love with me. The life she had experienced during courtship was the reason she had agreed to marry me. It was love that had convinced her to marry me. I was doing everything opposite and for the wrong reasons. I wanted her to look presentable not out of love but to prove to society what I was capable of doing. I wanted her to look beautiful not so much for me but out of competition. Authority and respect were now defining how I treated her and not my love for her. Most young men just like me are trapped under the same myth. This is the way tradition and faulty church principles define marriage. There is a drastic change of events from courtship to marriage. Most couples wonder, soon after marriage, if they married the right person. Some end up divorced after six months or a year. Both men and women have adopted this as a way of married life. A prisoner at the start of the jail term will not be comfortable to eat and use the same room as a toilet. After some time the room and everything in it becomes the most preferred home. During the first years of marriage most women will realized that the love they experienced during courtship is long gone. They will do everything possible to return it but are suppressed until they get used to the new set of rules. It is culturally unacceptable for a pastor or an elder of the church to be seen by their flock caring a bucket of water to the bathroom for their wives. A sign of a weak pastor is the one who is seen resting on his wifes lap or talking about anything besides the Word of God. A man, who is not allowed into decision making, or consulted for his opinion, is one who is seen to be making friends with his wife. Such was our life for a number of years. We got used to our way of life and everything seemed normal. Though my wife knew very well that this was not what she had expected, she had no choice. She could not have complained to anyone, for everyone believed she had the marriage everyone wanted to have. We got used to each other as people who were staying together just like a dog gets used to cat. It meant nothing to go out without telling her where I was going. I could go the whole day without checking on her until we met in the evening. That was the way everyone was doing it, even the most respected families. We had nothing to connect us, and our friendship was fading away. I was programmed to stop talking whenever I felt it was jeopardizing my authority and respect Making love to her was like a programmed event. If it did not happen at the set time it was unwelcome at any other time. Talking about sex or any funny moves during sex was a serious offense. We were not compatible after sex. I would prefer her to sleep looking the other way. Holding her would keep me awake the whole night. If she rested her arm on me, I would feel like I was carrying a log. I would hold her hand as if it was love and slowly move her hand off me and fall asleep soon after. If she slept on my lap or rested on me my blood would stop flowing. She also got used to that kind of life and it defined our daily routine. If she complained to any member of our church or any of our relatives she would have received the same answer: "Thats how it is, but thank God you have a family and everything you want. There are some who have been looking for a place to call their own but do not have it." What a teaching! Man was given the privilege to manage families, but its very unfortunate that the wrong recipe is being passed on from generation to generation. The church is accepting this recipe because the custodians of church principles are the same custodian of tradition. Satan is so much aware of the kind of environment love can create and instead he is creating an environment where love is kept dormant. The love I expressed during courtship was still in me but was buried by faulty doctrine and cultural principles. My love had no chance of sprouting again if nothing more than the usual was done. While our love is buried as man, that of women is suffocated, if it is resuscitated it surely will sprout again while that of man must be replanted. It is so worrying how love during courtship can seem to be nonexistent soon after marriage. It is very difficult to connect it with the demands that come soon after marriage. It seems that whatever happened during courtship was a dream. It seems like everything was fake when in fact what we experience in courtship is true love because there was a lot of effort to please each other. Partners will sacrifice for one another. This sacrifice is what defines love, but it is often lost as soon as couples get married. The built in software to do with how we were brought up by society and our environment takes charge. While I was busy trying to prove to my wife who I was and that I was able to manage my family, I became buried in my work. I became addicted to my work to a point where love seemed to come second. All I wanted was for her to understand that I was working for her. My work started to dictate how I responded to my wife. It told me that I had no time to say goodbye or to waste time kissing her. I knew saying goodbye or kissing my wife goodbye was a way of showing her that I loved her but my work could not allow me this privilege just like my tradition could not allow me to express it. 1 Corinthians 7:3 But a married man concerns himself with worldly matters, because he wants to please his wife It is so easy to work not because we love our wives but because we want to please them. It is impossible to please our wives with provisions without love. Only prostitutes are pleased with provision without love. I never thought of Sleendy during the day. My mind was occupied with work. I would make it look like my work had something to do with her, but the truth is it was more about my own satisfaction. I came home in most cases stressed or upset and presented my frustration to her instead of my love. Instead of her being happy that I was at home, she would shrink back. Love became buried and forgotten. Things that were to be done out of love were then done as a duty to my satisfaction and not very much to hers. As I reflect back I wonder how I was able to love God. I wonder how I could suddenly develop the love for God in a Sunday church service. It is so surprising how we can separate love for God and love for our spouses. We can separate the two to a point where those who drive can go home in the same car without sharing a word after a church service. Those couples who walk will walk home in a queue. Some will not even say goodbye to each other after a service, but will just vanish. All this is done in full view of young man and women who will surely behave the same. I had seen respected church elders and even pastors doing this and it looked normal. Sleendy agreed to shelve her needs and concentrated on making sure she harnessed the prevailing situation without complain. Such was Sleendy, built by very unique software that will do anything to create an environment conducive for love to exist. She never gave up but appealed to my inmost heart. She kept trying to establish a dialogue beyond what I expected to discuss. She kept making funny moves in and outside the bedroom. She kept pulling my arm and kindly taught me to hold her after sex. She was trying to replant the love she had seen in me before we got married. She knew it was locked somewhere inside me. Sure in every other way I was the same person, but something was causing me not to show what I felt for her. After two years, I had the privilege of changing my job and moved to a much quieter environment. I worked with a South African white family that had secured a forestry harvesting contract in Zimbabwe. I was privileged to be among the managerial staff and was close to his family. I had an opportunity to be both a workmate and a friend. He developed a lot of trust for me. I sometimes drove him home and pick him up for work. We also had the privilege of sharing meals as families and spent time together during weekends. This man was very busy. He was needed day and night. He also had to make difficult decisions in a short space of time. I worked close to him and witnessed his most difficult times. He would shout at the top of his voice and we would hide like chicks hiding from an eagle. Those who knew him would agree that he had every reason to go home at night angry. He also had every reason to be away from home and worry about his business. We had no doubt in our minds that he was a monster at home. How could he behave in such a manner at work and be nice at home --impossible! He changed my life, however. I saw a man who was driven by love to provide for his family. A man whos love was a reason to wake up every day to go to work. A man whos love shaped tradition and society and not vice versa. I was shocked and surprised how he became a family man when he got home. I am sure it took a lot of sacrifice on his side. He still had the energy to say good-bye to his wife and even kiss her though he knew the difficult tasks ahead of him. One time wages and salaries were delayed and workers were waiting for us at the office and he still had the time to kiss his wife goodbye. After work he would hold his wife in his arms as soon as he got home. How was this possible! I had never seen him with a Bible or going to church. Where did he learn to behave this way? He never missed a meal and his family would wait for him if he was late. He had time for his family during weekends and made sure he made it up to them if he didn't. Though he was busy, I could hear him talk to his wife from work, checking how she was doing. I thought he was crazy! We had the privilege to be invited for diner and would spend time together during weekends. He and his wife behaved the same way Sleendy and I used to behave during our courtship. I realized also that he would discuss what happened at work with his wife. He didn't discuss everything, but he would talk about the critical events. His wife was not a forester, but she would comment and encourage him. He would take his time to explain things that she did not understand. He would summarize the next day's plans. Where he got the energy to do that, I dont know. They lived a life I had lived with Sleendy during our courtship but we had long forgotten. Sleendy took the opportunity and politely started to introduce me to a life that would forever make me remember her. I thank God that I had an opportunity to find freedom and be able to live a life full of love. When I think of her, I wonder where she got the ability to change me and make me realize what I was missing. Sleendy had a big heart, she appealed to me with so much respect. She started calling me during the day, asking me how I was doing. She would wait for me at the door on my way from work and would walk me to the car when I was going to work. At first she concentrated on small things that did not involve much of my participation. When she realized that I was responding she started kissing me goodbye without requesting me to kiss her back. She will say, "I love you" and in turn I would respond. I began to see so many things she was doing for me I never thought were important before. I realized she cared for me in an amazing way. I was shocked to find out how much she was doing to show she cared for me. I thank God today for giving me the opportunity to share my life with such a great woman. Love is not love until it is given away. It will never be blossom and produce fruits until it is given the chance to do so. I noted that I was blocking her from expressing her love towards me. My authority was making her avoid things made me look like a child. She wanted so much to hold my shirt as I wore it, but I never gave her the chance as I was always late and thought it was for babies. She would sort my clothes to wear but I always advised her not to. She wanted to check on me as I bathed and even to stay with me in the bathroom but I would always tell her to leave or to do something else. When I began to respond to her love, I would wake up and my water would be ready. She would be waiting for me to take my bath. Everything would be ready including what to wear that day. She would ask me if I had anything I preferred and at times would suggest something for me. She became involved in my everyday life and I started to find it impossible not to involve her. As I open up, she started working on our sex life. She started discussing with me what she wanted and what made her happy. I had never given her the room to discuss such issues. The church made me believe that talking about sex was wrong. We started to read and research about sex. It was so amazing how life became so easy and exiting again. As I gave her the chance, she started behaving like a women. She began to dress sexy and loved to be a woman again. I knew she was beautiful when I married her, but I had long forgotten. She had maintained her beauty, but I never noticed until my eyes were opened. I was amazed at the women I had in my house and had lived with for three years without realizing it. I realized that all she wanted was for me to love her. All she needed was to be loved to be a perfect wife and mother, but I was denying her the opportunity. I had missed a lot for three years and regretted wasting my time trying to assert my authority in the wrong way. Our bedroom life became exiting as I became more flexible. Surprisingly after some time, we found it impossible to sleep without holding each other. It would seem like something was missing or we were no longer in love. I could hold her throughout the night without changing a side. As we continue to sacrifice for each other we lived for each other. We grew to be the best of friends and I was so happy to be able to express my love to her once again. When work was stressful I wanted to go home and share with her as she was ready to give me comfort and to tell me I was good at what I was doing. I found so much courage in her to face the next day. The most amazing thing was that, as I began to express my love towards her, she became more and more submissive to me. She worried about what I ate and if I was happy or if I had anything in my mind that was troubling me. She had access to my innermost heart. She would hold me with so much passion and I became responsible for her happiness. I began to realize that I was so crucial to her happiness and confidence. When I began to support, encourage and be involved in her life she became so happy and it increased her confidence. After two years we moved to small town Chimanimani. Our church has a very big following in this town and it was one of the most influential churches. We were received with a lot of respect as we were known. When I married, I was working as a hospital administrator at a mission hospital for the same church and I was known by many. I had served as a deacon and a treasurer before I moved to work as a forestry production manager. When we moved to Chimanimani, we were back to a place where so much of life revolved around church and society. We were well prepared to face the new environment. We were ready to change it and not the other way round. As we moved to Chimanimani, I was now working from home. I dont want to imagine what would have happen if I had not learned to express my love. I have no doubt that it would have made it very difficult for my wife as I was now at home 70% of the time. My work was stressful as I was still establishing it. It had so many challenges that I sometimes did not know how we were to survive the next day. I was so humbled by how we related during that time. She was my rock of support not just because she was a good person but because it was done out of love. Even in our stress we could talk, joke and laugh. We became so close when we experienced these challenges. She became part of what I was doing and she knew where we were going and we became a team. She could represent me in any discuss with anyone even during my absence. She knew where I was, what I was doing and would check on me from time to time. We immediately identified ourselves with our new church and were well accepted. We refused to have tradition run our love for us anymore. We travelled together and sat together whenever we had the chance. We went to the market square to buy vegetables together. We did almost everything together. We were inseparable. We grew to rely on each other on everything. We would do our separate duties and responsibilities but with so much respect for each other. We were best of friends. We could spend the whole day together but still had something to talk about and to laugh about. It was amazing how we changed the face of Chimanimani and even our church members. What we thought would compromise our respect was actually working for good. We became an example of a perfect couple and were admired by many. This time it was not about how my wife was able to bow before me in public or by the way I was able to provide for her, but it was by the way we were able to express love to each other. The way the community and even our church members responded to our way of life was that of wanting to see how long it was going to last. A wave of shock went throughout the whole area and everyone waited for our failure to maintain what we were doing. I was not surprised at this reaction as I also had done the same when I came in contact with such life style. Today I realize that it was a sign that something is lacking. Society is hungry for love while tradition needs an upgrade. The marriage software and love must be upgraded. The church must draw a battle ground to restore love in families to come up with a better society. Church leaders must begin to demonstrate love and live accordingly so as to change society. Without families there is no society. It is impossible to love God and our neighbors if we do not practice love in our families. As we continue to relate and to demonstrate love, individuals wanted to know how possible it was for them to change their marriage as well. Women would ask my wife what she gave me to make me behave so loving. This was and is a sign of a desperate society wanting to find answers to lost love. We had older couples congratulating us and wanting us to encourage their married children. I remember during one of our pastors visits, he told us that he had learned a lot from us by just the way we related. He asked us to help him improve his marriage as well. Deep down my heart, I knew Sleendy had gone through a lot of sacrifice, some beyond the writings of this book to make our marriage look so perfect. I write this with tears wishing she could have lived longer to enjoy mea man she transformed through so much pain. We had many young couples wanting to know how we managed to be so close. We knew what they were going through and we would help as much as we could. I remember being asked by a certain young man how I was able to drive around with my wife all the time without trouble. He told me that they thought it was a show off. They felt it was soon going to end but they realized it was never going to end and thats why they decided to ask. We saw a change taking place even in our church. We were amazed at how hungry people were for love. Love had actually disappeared in the married lives of many and there was very little help. After three years in Chimanimani we moved to Mutare where we experienced the same transformation of families. We transformed many marriages without staging a conference. It was the same way the white family had changed us. If we had taught people without living it, it had not had such an effect. It only had such an effect because it was a living testimony. We later moved to South Africa where we also changed everyone who came into contact with us. For us it was now a lifestyle. We could not survive without each other anymore. We had connected our souls together and we could feel the heartbeat of each other from a distance. Love was something that was always controlling our emotions and how we related to each other. Every misunderstanding was cautioned by love and never lasted longer than minutes. Epilogue I never wanted Silindiwe to do any hard labor and to see her struggling with anything. I would help her or find someone to help her. I would protect her from anything that seemed to affect her comfort. It was so hard to see her struggling with pain while I could not help. I wanted to take it away from her but could not. I felt so helpless. I stood by her from the first day she got sick to the last day she went to be with the Lord. As I write this book, it is five month since Silindiwe died. She passed away on the 6th of March 2014. She left me with two loving daughtersWhitney and Tiffany. I write this short book in memory of her. May her soul rest in peace. It is my hope that as you read this book, you also will be transformed and want to change your marriage into one that is able to express love. Remember love is not love until it is given away. We have only one chance to express it and that is when we are still alive.
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