Zuva Habane Narrates How She Was Abused by Prince Pirikisi

Zimbabwean socialite and entrepreneur, Zuva Habane has finally broke silence on how she was physically and sexually abused by his ex-husband, Prince Pirikisi.

 

The heart broken socialite took to social media to update her followers on the reasons behind her break up with Pirikisi.

 

 

Prince Pirikisi my Ex BF

I lived and protected him for 3 years

This is our story:

 

“I was afraid of the streets when I was supposed to be afraid of him.

I protected him from the streets when I was supposed to protect myself from him.

I thought fights ne Shanje are normal but not these fights.

Just when I was protecting him automatically it was an advantage to him because he had shananigans on the streets.

Turns out aitondivanza. Ainyara neni

Marwadzo acho akandiramba katatu pamberi pevanhu sa Jesu. 

 

 

at one time i thought he was the Most charming Man i had ever met.

showered me with gifts , shielded From the streets, kept me indoors it was just the two of us.

i Never thought i would wake-up in the residence hotel in Rosebank bruised up running away From the Love of my life.

 

there was a time the love of my life came back From one of his many trips to Zimbabwe… he found me not Home and automatically thought i was out somewhere bitching 

When i got Home i produced evidence that i was jackle creek estate shooting an episode for a South African Blogger… before i produced This evidence he threatened to kill me “blow my head off ” 

you see pirikisi had a gun , its licensed Because he is in the taxi industry. 

so once Again , my beloved second home the Residence Rosebank was on speed dial. 

i checked in at 2245 with Nothing but my Passport, torn up Clothes and R815 . 

A Zim guy named thulani helped me upstairs and held my torn skirt Because it kept falling.

Finally i slept wondering why he wouldn’t change and stop beating me.

i Have pictures of my bruised body. 

i didn’t go to the Police Because you CAn’t call the Police on a foreigner . especially a Black Zimbabwean man. its taboo

Plus i still loved him.

 

i vowed to myself that handifumuri Murume When one time i spent 4 nights in netcare hospital in brixston hoping the Love of my Life would change and Stop beating me.

Only a few months later the “im Sorry” changed to “you make me do This”

so i toned myself down, i spoke less, i stop seeing my People, i did Everything right, i lowered my voice

Whenever he was having meeting in our Home , i say our home because i paid 50% of the bills . he would ask me to go the car or for Breakfast by a place called Breakfast 101 . 

he Said he was protecting me from Zimbabwean clients i believed him Because i loved him .

little did i know he needed to paint “elite bachelor ” persona for his deals to go Through.

When i found out i decided to leave but he assured me itwas Just Business.

i loved him , he had the Most amazing eyes , them thick eyebrows plus mono tone literally crippled me. 

so i gave in . 

i Never thought one day Just. going Through his Phone would make me book at the residency hotel Again running away from the Love of my Life.

 

i Should Have run in the Beginning but i chose to stay Because after my Divorce, i wanted This work . i didn’t want People to stay saka ZUVA ndiye ane Problem。.

i wanted it to work so bad that i justified Abuse.

i ignored the red flags like When i accidentally posted his pic, he held a knife against me and asked me to take it down.

i do Have pictures of him half naked with knife in his hand. 

that’s When i was supposed to run but that would be the second serious Relationship im running From then that meant ndini ndine error. i wouldn’t have that so i fixed myself up, i wore my lipstick and i smiled.

 

the sweet heart felt Apologiz From Pikirisi the Love of my Life could Pass for Oscars., little im Sorry gifts like flowers, Perfumes, expensive sunglasses to cover my Black eye, Money Plus Awesome sex there is not a chance in the world i would expose This man

it was a Beautiful nightmare. 

ZUVANATION would Sometimes say Tete why are your eyes swollen?

Then i Remember society saying … haufumuri Murume.

so i would stretch my big white million dollar smile and say…. its weed 

it was not weed. it was 3 hours of crying after i had created a Whatsapp Group and put all 11 Girls with their Screenshots in the Group including him and called the Group Sister wives of Prince pirikisi ， he was the Group profile picture them i exited

i Have proof of that Group.

i Remember When he got wind of This i lost a nail Because of that.

those who put Nails know the pain of a nail coming right off after a fresh manicure set.

Anyway … back to my second home the Residency hotel in Rosebank with my Passport an over night bag R815 Plus a broken bleeding nail.

you would think that was the end of it right?

wrong

toxicness is very addictive.

after two nights i was sitting in our jacuzzi (i say our jacuzzi Because i paid 50% of the bills i Have proof) watching tv from the bathroom with the Love of my Life as if Nothing happened.

Just being Around him made me High.

 

i decided to begin my exit plan. i was saving Money, i was secretly House hunting. i secretly packed some stuff and put ku storage. i kept myself busy , working my 9 to 5. doing Charity work, hanging out with zuvanation on social Media , doing side hustles visiting my 7 kids. 

i found happiness in all the Things that had Nothing to do with him. 

I Began to smile Again and This Bothered him , small fights broke out but i would comfort myself knowing my savings akukwana . The Money was growing. i started keeping important documents with SECURITY incase another fight broke out. 

he obsessession with his Name being said Online grew .

i became Afraid and attempted to reach out to Socialites that kept Cyber bullying my Relationship with Prince or Just talking and bashing me Because Everytime that happen Online i took the hit and People had no idea. 

i hated the streets Because every article every Live About zuva he would punish me .i Told him the Only way streets to stop posting we must break up . 

Ah breaking up was not an option.

eventually by Grace of GOD Socialites Stopped talking and it Stopped.

By Then mari yanga yakukwana , the apartments i Now qualified. i waited for another fight i knew anytime anyday a fight would break out but this time i was ready

he made another trip to Zimbabwe and i smuggled two suitcases out Again to storage

When he returned From i knew he had Been cheating Again. 

i patiently waited for another fight… i knew anyday zvichakwidza chete and one night it did. he started i allowed it , i Let it build up until he struck me , pushed me twist my hand in the alevator we got back mumba i slowly watched him build anger until i fell in front of the tv stand and he bashed my head on the floor by pulling my hair.i saw my reflection on the TVstand being beaten like a dog a said to myself inside… you are Zuva urban tete get Up.

and i did as i stood up he slapped me across the face but i did not fall or feel it . i knew i had to get my Passport my bank card and Phones Plus R815 to pay the Residence hotel once Again but for the Last time. that night i did not cry , i did not tell Anyone i switched there was no emotion , there was no pain, not feeling no annger no fear i didn’t care, my clothes where torn i had no Shoes on my Neighbours recorded Prince hitting me by our Door. they watched and recorded No one helped and i knew ndikasaita musoja pano ndofira mumaoko a pirikisi.

i was like a robot, ndaiita sebenzi , i didnt cry or feel pain i checked into the hotel but This time i felt different i felt like ndagarwa ne Something . i sat up in that hotel i didn’t sleep, When day broke i walked out ndisina kugeza or kukama musoro, still no Shoes no pain Just breathing. 

MY late Sister Joy came to me When i was sitting in that hotel and Said Zuva if you Don’t get out i cant help you.if you go back you will die and i will Never forgive you.

i got up 6.30am went to the apartment like a zombie and packed Everything! i mean Everything, the Police were there i took from kitchen to bathroom Because i bought Everything we were using in the place, i bought With my own Money before i met him. he moved in with Just clothes and a computer. ndakasiya mumba muri Ground i was not angry or sad or Afraid i Don’t Even Remember ndichituta ndandichiita kunge ndakagarwa it took my 6 hours and three small trucks. didn’t call Anyone it was Just me and my sisters Ghost.

Finally i Left.

if i had not saved Money none of This was possible.

if i had no sub conscientiously detouched my feelings for him , handaiwana simba rekumusiya nokuti ndaimuda.

if i had not secretly moved stuff out ku storage zvairema. 

it took me 1year to leave the Love of my life and until Now i CAn’t believe i made it out Because toxicness is addictive its like a drug . 

my Biggest Fear was going back .

Guess what … months After i left .. he followed and gave me a ring.

Imagine.

 

The saddest part is i bought everything in the apartment with my own money before i met him. 

Everything and i mean zvese. Prince moved in with clothes and a computer he didn’t even have a suitcase.

The day he wanted to moved out he packed his clothes muma Dustin bin bag eblack. I have the pictures and videos

Ngaati pwee!