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2 years ago, we arrived in Lilongwe just as the sun was setting over the dusty city. It was a windy September evening. My friend had a plan. He would spend the night at his fiancee’s house. Before leaving Blantyre, he had called her, and she told him she would be home all day. He deliberately didn’t tell her he was coming. “She will be so glad to see me. It will be a pleasant surprise,” he said. He was a “secure” man in his relationship. For over 4 years, he had never had reason to doubt her fidelity. This was an innocent romantic gesture, not some clandestine operation by a suspicious man trying to catch his woman cheating. Upon arrival, we stopped at a bar where I met @jorammd for some hard liquor. My friend called his fiancee again to confirm she was home. She said yes. He then left with my driver, who dropped him at a house in Area 49 that he was renting for her. About an hour later, my driver returned. But, Shortly afterwards, my friend called, asking to be picked up. Apparently, he had arrived to find the house empty. Having a spare key, he let himself in and called her. She insisted she was home. “But I am at your house right now,” he said. The call abruptly disconnected. He tried calling again, but her phone was off. After waiting several minutes irs when he called me. My driver was already on his way to collect him when my friend called again. His fiancee had arrived. No need to come. Her explanation was simple. By “home”, she meant her mother’s house. Her phone had conveniently died during their conversation. To corroborate her account, they called her mother, who confirmed everything. My friend was reassured. The following day, Dr Joram and I told him that although we had no evidence, we were convinced he was being deceived. He laughed. “She is not the type to lie.” We left it at that. A year later, they were getting married. But my friend informed me that I was forbidden from attending the wedding. Apparently, that day he had told his fiance that “Pemphero thinks you were lying.” From that moment, she developed an intense animosity towards me. She said a man who had attempted to sabotage their relationship had no place at their wedding...I told my friend not to worry. The wedding took place last year. Now, a few month ago, my friend overheard his wife having a heated telephone conversation with her sister. Something about it aroused his suspicion. He then went through their messages on WA and discovered a conversation in which her sister complained that their mother had never been at peace with herself for lying on her behalf that day… He immediately called his mother in llaw and confronted her. The mother confessed. She said she had absolutely no idea where her daughter had been that evening. All she knew was that her daughter had arrived at her house visibly distressed and crying, begging her to corroborate a fabricated story that she had been there all along. In fact, the daughter had initially wanted her mother to accompany her back to the apartment to authenticate the deception. The mother refused. Instead, they took photographs together, which the daughter later presented to my friend as evidence that she had indeed been at her mother’s house. Imagine the elaborate choreography of deception! Long story short, their marriage has ended. But to this day, the wife refuses to disclose where she was that evening. She has apologised incessantly, pleading for forgiveness and insisting she was not with another man. My friend is still in the dark. I have told him that he doesn’t need to know where she was. She was with another man. He can choose to forgive her with that understanding, but he must also accept that she will cheat again and again. Cheaters don’t change. They repent when caught, behave when convenient, and return to their old ways when the opportunity presents itself!