There is some truth to this. One of my best friends who grew up with me is a serial cheater. His first wife kicked him out cos he cheated on her with a supermodel looking Xalimo whom he subsequently married.
And then he cheated on her too with a charming but a chubby Xalimo. She too found out by way of accidentally discovering his second phone in a garage or some alleyway around the house while cleaning.
I had the misfortune of being a witness as she caught up with him whilst he was with me in our usual chill spot. He would always tell her when he was coming to meet me because apparently I'm usually the most "noble" out of all of his friends

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It wasn't pretty. She slapped the shit out of him. Spilled some orange juice and coffee on him. Threw a plate at him which landed smack in the middle of his face as he was ducking.
Then she turned her attention to me huffing and puffing while I was half in flight mode trying to make a smooth exit.
She was like "Waryaa abahaa was since you are single and shaxaari you are the one responsible for ruining my husband and introducing him to s bla bala..
I even fucking rarely saw the guy! He was just a childhood friend whom I had known a long time.
And apparently "Shaxari" means a player in southern accent and both my friend and this chick were from Mogadishu.
I took two steps back, got into a defensive position and was like - " Nayaa i'm not your husband wallahi I will fly kick you if you get any closer