Bedding married women is not a sign of wisdom
GET this right all you men of loose morals — bedding married women is not a sign of wisdom or shrewdness.
Rather, it is the hallmark of tomfoolery or obtuseness.
Yours Truly is just blabbering, but warning so that you do not fall in the same quagmire as that broke diamond dealer who used to feast on a local businessman’s wife.
The bozzo’s name is reminiscent of that notorious and disobedient character in the bible that was thrown into the sea from a sinking Titan, swallowed and later thrown up by a whale.
The boy was head-over-heels with this other loose married woman and the illicit affair dates back to their high school days.
I mean that muscular diamond peddler whose snobbish character misled him into believing that he was the ‘best thing’ to ever happen to illegal ngoda transactions in the city.
Yes, the one whose look-a-like brother loves the game of pool with a passion.
The boy’s love affair with this unashamed married woman – whose hubby owns some properties in town, including the building near that club that dishes meals in small three-legged pots – was an open public secret.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that the uncultured diamond dealer has finally met his match, and is battling for his dear life at one of the referral health centres in the city.
The graphic details of his illness show that he was fixed (akasortwa). He is urinating and defecating in his trousers. Yes, he answers the call of nature in his pants, and as a remedy, medical authorities have recommended some diapers for him.
Blabber has it on fingertips that the boy has also lost his marbles.
Love or hate it, truth must be told. You don’t date and bed another man’s wife and expect to go scot-free. You don’t expect to lead a happy and healthy life.
As the motto goes, Blabber will stop at nothing to preserve the little that remains of our moral fabric.
Blabber never minds the use in of underworld forces to deal with moral deviants and delinquents.
If it takes the invisible underworld forces to inculcate morals in society, then it’s okay. Our city cannot be a melting pot of morals, under our watch, and moreso when the remedy lies elsewhere. Though it is unAfrican to celebrate another man’s downfall, in this context, Blabber will never shed even a crocodile tear, for social misfit. ...enter the unashamed shop manager Blabber has been tipped of this manager at a local merchant shop’s shenanigans.
He is feasting on female subordinates of different shapes and sizes, including that married till operator.
Yes, blabber refers to that unashamed dude who superintends over that giant retail outlet from the city’s oldest populous suburb.
Yes, that one whose name has something to do with that fuel container which was at some point banned at service station to avert diversion of fuel on the black market.
Actually his bosses are aware of his exploitative nature, and before the ink on this broadsheet dries, Blabber hopes the powers-that-be at retail shop – popularised by its two initials – would have descended on him for violating the code of conduct and tarnishing its image.
He is abusing his office to bed female subordinates, among them a married woman, while neglecting his youthful and flowery wife.
Yours Truly wonders why the fella would go all the way promising his concubines heaven on earth, when his innocent wife achipura nyemba nemusana.
The bed hoping miner
Lots of drama is unfolding in that mountainous area popular for illegal mining activities. A group of unfaithful men from a mining association are pouncing on every unsuspecting women and quenching their insatiable libido in exchange of the greenback.
Yours Truly has it on good authority that the fellas are doing all what they can to continue leading the association and looting the miners’ contributions.
Word reaching Blabber has it that they are out to circumvent elections slated for December for fear of being exposed.
The cabal is led by this dreadlocked and controversial woman who once hogged the limelight in the football circles a few years back.
Yours Truly will go deeper next week. Don’t forget to take care of your loved ones. Chikuru rudo!
Pablo, Sean, Scrap and Incky
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