Live within your means sissy

THIS piece is about this infamous daughter of that former motor mouth minister who has lectured us about how our country should be properly governed, but, has scruffily failed to apply such acumen to properly run his family.

Her conduct is a V11 proof that she was poorly brought up.

I mean our sissy who once left Yours Truly disgusted after stealing condolence money at the funeral wake of that other famous thigh vendor.

Yes, she dipped her filthy fingers in condolence money (kuba chema) while other mourners were busy sobbing and mourning the departed slut.

She is uncultured and further made a bad name for herself in the city for peddling her flesh to whoever flaunts the scarce and on-demand greenback.

Yes, that harlot who gives the aging ex-legislator sleepless nights by converting to her personal use, every penny meant for family upkeep.

Word reaching Yours Truly is that our sissy has pulled yet another shocker.

As I pen this, she is actually on police wanted list after she masterminding an armed robbery in that other city where patrons never sleep.

Blabber also understands that a land cruiser – which her daddy got from his highly controversial political career – has been confiscated as an exhibit by those investigating the matter.

For fear of jeopardising police investigations, Yours Truly will not divulge much detail.

And for the love of justice, Blabber urges anyone who spots our fugitive sissy to alert the nearest police station or effect citizen arrest.

Sissy, we all want those Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz and Mercs, but there is more comfort and joy in getting them through ethical means than through the commission of crime.

If the grey-haired ones had not told you this, then sissy listen to wise and free counsel from Blabber – crime does not pay. I rest my case for now!

Blabber now shifts focus to this other spooky-haired and temperamental business greenhorn.

I mean this one who appears to be regaining his sanity after weeks of insane antics.

Yours Truly has it on good authority that at the peak of his derangement, he ate from the dustbin.

The situation was so dire that his wife of years abandoned him in his hour of need.

Thank God the boy is back to his senses and Yours Truly hopes he has mastered one or two real life lessons.

You do not use juju to make a quick buck, and no matter how effective, its side effects will catch up with you in one way or the other.

Yours Truly also hopes that his new side chick, this other waiter at a local eatery, does not desert him in the same fashion as the first wife – in his second hour of need.

For now, Yours Truly prays that the recent utterances by this controversial ‘Man of God’ that he has found the cure for HIV and Aids does not reverse the gains that Blabber has made so far in trying to preserve the little that remains of our moral fabric.

Funny how people change, even that other sexual pervert who used to believe in everything that this ‘Man of God’ says took to social media to question the authenticity of the ‘discovery’ by the trigger-happy preacher.

During the old days when he used to lead the congregation from this end and until the recent acrimonious fallout, the ‘smart’ dude would stand by the ‘Man of God’. He was so addicted to the preacher to the extent of believing his word even if he says the sun will rise from the west tomorrow. Ndoo panoti munhu!

Until next week, dear gentle reader, do not forget to take part in the Zimpapers Cancer Power Walk tomorrow.