Mwiya, busy in Lusaka, was unaware of the growing tension. He thought the problem might be minor.
At the market, he laughed with colleagues, discussing farm work and future plans, while Nalubamba struggled alone at the homestead.
The elders' words echoed in her mind: "Mulandu wamusango ulabonwa mu milimo yakwe" – a person's true nature is revealed in their actions.
The storm within the house was quietly escalating. MaSimukonda's aggression would not remain hidden for long.