It’s an order not a booty call, Ma’am!

WHAT is this that we hear about the deputy head at a junior school in one of the city’s leafy suburbs who is refusing to leave the school after being posted elsewhere?

I mean that school that showed great improvement in its recent academic results.

With her exaggerated sense of self-importance, the thick-headed lady, who is known for her generosity when it comes to sexual matters, has become law unto herself as she is adamantly refusing to vacate the school after receiving written instructions from her superiors to do so.

By now she should have been reporting for duty at a school in a sprawling high-density suburb on the other side of the mountains where places for Grade One hardly attract any kickback.

That a new guy has since arrived after being assigned to take over the duties she had been performing has not even moved her at all.

Wherever she is getting the confidence to refuse to obey a lawful and professional instruction, Blabber wonders.

What Yours Truly is aware of is that the woman has been a subject matter on this widely read column because of her sexual shenanigans as she lured her superiors to get favours in return. It appears chickens have come home to roost and her superiors are now tired of her old and wrinkled privates.

Being motherly, as Blabber has always been, the simple advice to her is to take heed of the instructions from her superiors to move maybe one day she will bounce back even in a superior position.

Order being restored at that infamous police station

It appears the banana republic that was created at that other police station in one of the high-density suburbs of the city is finally coming to an end.

I mean the police station located in that suburb named after a yesteryear traditional leader, situated near a kombi rank popularly known for its location at a hilly area. Word reaching Yours Truly is that one of the senior officers at the station who was an accomplice of the main man at the same station was recently transferred to a rather remote platinum mining area where you have to pass through the capital city on your way from our eastern border city.

Gentle Reader, for the sake of the moral fabric in our beloved city and specifically in that suburb where he has destroyed marriages owing to his unquenchable sexual appetite, Blabber is fasting that the main man also gets moved to that other border town known for its coal mining activities.

Owing to his uncultured sexual manoeuvres, he is the last thing that our beloved force would need, more so, in our city.

Better late than never!

Unravelling human skeletons for money

Can someone tell this other popular clergy with business interest in our city though based in the capital that he needs to have some respect for the dead, at least, as far as our culture demands.

I mean the one who is also into residential stands business apart from his highly questionable religious work given his openzip shut-mind approach to sexual matters.

Just as his name points out, he is noisemaker.

Blabber is almost done compiling notes on a recent shocking incident in which the so-called man of the cloth dug about nine graves in an effort to secure more land to sell residential stands.

Who knows, this might soon be a complete story with names of people and places to it. Watch my space!

◆ Blabber wishes you a Merry Christmas and for those who might want to wine and dine with Yours Truly, fell free to send invitations to blabber@ manicapost.co.zw.