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BLABBER has so much respect for his neighbours!
This is predicated in the true African ethos of Ubuntu — where at early childhood, we are taught that muntu, muntu ngabantu — “you are because I am, I am because you are”.
But there are some extreme situations that leave Blabber without choice, but to call a spade a spade, and expose the rot in our midst.
Yours Truly is blabbering about none other than this other uncultured boy who is a common feature in most watering holes around our beautiful city.
The boy spots a hairstyle reminiscent of that deceased legendary Zim-dancehall chanter, who was accorded a liberation hero status upon his demise.
The uncouth goon spots a similar hairstyle.
The bare skinned chap dons suits since he works in a bank.
Funny enough, his workplace is close to where Yours Truly works, and this is why Blabber opened this piece with a disclaimer.
Blabber has it on good authority that this bozo has a tendency of taking various amounts of little money from the bank’s clients to help them jump the queue.
This has become his source of money for booze given that he loves his wise waters.
Even though Blabber understands that his main duty at this bank has something to do with insurances, he is often seen maintaining order in queues outside the bank.
While his seniors think that he will be maintaining order in the queue, the boy will be busy making an extra dollar to finance his uncontrolled drinking habits.
Those who know him can be forgiven to assume that he is also into drugs given his queer attitude and disposition in public spaces.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that he recently took an undisclosed amount of money intending to help a client to jump the queue, but alas other clients were alert and rebuffed his move.
Instead of returning the money to the client after failing to deliver on his pledge, our uncouth brother could not imagine missing a few sips of his beloved brand of beer, thus he did not return the cash.
Perhaps he was used to this way of doing things, but on this day the baboon missed the branch!
He got more than what he had bargained for later in the night when he went to his usual watering hole in the central business district, only to meet the client he had swindled.
The client did not take time to deliver vigilante justice there and then.
Gentle reader, this was pure God’s case where there is nowhere to appeal.
If he had reported the matter to the police, as expected, the downside of it all is that he would have exposed his shenanigans at his workplace.
He just had to nurse his wounds in silence at home.
So much for this goon in the bank!
Just in case some might think Blabber has forgotten, Yours Truly is still tying the loose ends on that other juicy one involving a local businesswoman who is on a semen harvesting spree.
Added to that, Blabber is also fine-tuning his lenses to correctly capture the drama in the cases of two pastors who are in the habit of feasting on their flocks, including this other relatively young one, whose heartfelt social ills are too ghastly to contemplate.
Heartfelt indeed!
Watch my space!
