I have heard most, if not all, of the rumours about my marriage. Some just made me shake my head. Most others made me laugh. I enjoyed them all. But it’s time to end the rumours and announce to the world, formally, that my marriage of three years has broken up.
I would love to spill the beans and speak openly about how it came to this. But for very good reasons, I can’t. For now, all I can say is that marriage has been one of the few ventures in my life that I committed and dedicated everything I had to. I gave it my all and I did everything I humanely could to make it work. It just wouldn’t work.
So both of us decided that we were better off going our separate ways for, as Lucky Dube said, it is “better to be alone and be happy than be with someone and be unhappy”.
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It’s been one of the most difficult periods of my life and I am well and truly glad that it’s over. I am not bitter. I am not angry. I am not hurt. I don’t need pity from anyone. One day, when the complete story is told everyone will know that getting divorced was one of the best things that happened to me – after marriage. I kid you not!
