MS Rosemary Kapenta, of Lusaka’s Northmead area, was relaxing at her home when the telephone rang. She picked up the receiver and breathed into the mouthpiece,”Mr Kapenta’s home here. Can I help you?”“Can I speak to Ms Kapenta, please?” came a female voice from the other end of the line.“This is Ms Kapenta speaking,” she replied.
CALLER: “Ooh, so you are the famous Ms Kapenta? Do you have a copy of today’s Zambia Daily Mail?” CALLER: “Read the classified smalls page. There is an advert there which you might find quite interesting.” CALLER: “You should have asked me about that earlier.
Anyway, just call me Stella.” CALLER: “Turn to page 12, column 4. There, you will see an advert headed ‘Birthday Greetings.’ Read it and give me your opinion. I am waiting.”To Ms Kapenta’s shock, there was an advert in the mentioned column in which a certain girl who had signed herself as Petro was wishing her (Ms Kepenta’s) husband, Reymond Kapenta, a happy 41st birthday!The message read: “Happy 41st birthday.sweetheart.I’ll always cherish the love we share for each other.Wishing you mamy more happy returns.
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Love, Petro.”CALLER: “Have you read the ad?” MS KAPENTA: “What comment? I have no comment.”CALLER: “Then you are a fool! Any self-respectimg housewife would be angry with such an ad; for it clearly demonstrates that your man doesn’t love you.” MS KAPENTA: “I would only get concerned if it was my husband who placed the ad in the newspaper.
As it is, I have no cause to feel angry/” MS KAPENTA: “Mama Officer, what’s your problem? You asked me to read the ad, and I did. You then asked me to give you my comment, This too I have done. Now, what else do you want from me?”
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