The ManicaPost
WHAT is this that we hear about this other shameless well-known thigh vendor who is lying that she is currently in that other populous country in the northern parts of our continent awaiting paperwork to connect to the land of the Queen?
If that boy who spent a decade and a half without setting foot outside their house thought he would never find a competitor for that larger than life feat, then he just has to rethink.
Blabber has it on good authority that the boy has finally found a new competitor for that record in our dear sister who never ceases to amaze.
I mean this other bare skinned harlot who is not going outdoors as she wants everybody to believe that she is not around.
Gentle reader, this is nothing more than torture of a proud mind and an empty purse!
At times, it is better to have the courage to appear poor so that you may disarm poverty of its sharpest sting, rather than subject yourself to extreme conditions, just to make those around you believe that you are progressing well in life.
For the benefit of those struggling to identify who exactly we are blabbering about, it is the light skinned Jezebel sister of ours who traces her days of innocence to that other suburb whose name has something to do with water.
It is none other than the one whose once inviting body shape is fast deteriorating under the wrinkles developing from her face to the toes as age is catching up with her.
To be precise, the prefix of her first name is synonymous with weight.
On a different note, Blabber has always reaffirmed his respect for the dead, but it is nothing, but the journalist in me that keeps pushing me to speak about some of the skeletons tumbling from the casket of one of our dear departed brothers.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that the boy who recently breathed his last in a horrific car crash in the Central Business District was of questionable sexual orientation.
In fact, he used proceeds from dating people of the same sex to pamper the numerous concubines he dated around our beautiful city.
Yours Truly wonders where this world is going with these men of dual sim.
Much as Blabber would have loved to sign off at this juncture, it is nothing, but the journalist in me that demands an explanation on how this other widow is using his late husband’s finances to spoil this young man who is clinging to her like a leach.
Yes, this boy is no longer having time to work for his own life as he keeps attached day and night to this lady whose departed husband was into driving school business.
Just as the name of the departed husband speaks for itself, which can be loosely translated into ‘wait’, we will surely wait and see what comes out of this union of convenience.
Blabber will deliberately not give update, at least for now, on this other juicy one involving the street banker who was recently given a divorce token by his wife.
The boy has lost weight and is under severe stress.
Blabber is not only human, but humane, and for that reason, we will give him some breathing space.
Wish you a merry Christmas and please, please, please never forget to enjoy responsibly because Yours Truly’s long lenses will never miss a thing, even that which happens behind the closed doors of your bedroom.
Chao!
