"I want you to admit kuti (that) you know those kids are mine and that if you weren't so obsessed nemuningina wangu (my younger brother) we'd have been married ages ago. Kana iri mari (If it's money (you want), you know kuti ndinayo (I have it). Kana iri rudo (if it's love (you're after)), tikagara tese (once we live together), ichawuya (it'll grow). Pabonde apa (when it comes to sex) you know kuti ndagara ndichiku (that I've always been able to)—"
Ritah laughed derisively. Trent, proposing, after years of fooling around with her? Mashura chaiwo (what a novelty).
Nhasi (today), of all days? She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at him, the nail polish gleaming blood red in the artificial light.
"Putseke (Go away)...uri duzvi ye munhu, wazvinzwa (You're a piece of shit, you hear me)? Nhasi, wakuda kundisofta (You want to be nice to me today)? Une shuwa (Are you crazy)? Get out!"