The ManicaPost
BLABBER really wanted to delve into issues relating to these other two good old friends who trust each other thanks to a food retail business that has united them to the extent that the other one is failing to see how his senior partner is feasting on his wife.
When the junior partner goes out to see his concubine, a well-known flesh peddler who works for a well-known foreign State entity, the senior partner enjoys quality time with the wife.
In other words, the junior partner is a cuckold, while his wife is a cuckquean.
In simpler terms, they all deserve the treatment they are giving each other.
Blabber therefore turns to events unfolding in this other sprawling suburb located near some once sacred hills.
I mean that other suburb named after a traditional leader who was once a hit.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that the place is fast turning into a little Sodom and Gomorrah, given the levels of flesh peddling that has reached alarming levels there.
Only last week, a certain thigh vendor died in the area and events surrounding her death are not yet clear.
Some have it that she committed suicide by consuming two bottles of that strong kozodo syrup.
Others say she was made a sacrificial lamb for money spinning rituals by some of her moneyed relatives.
Whatever the case might be, her death threw many pleasure seekers who benefited from her work of ‘charity’ into panic mode.
Ghetto youths even planned to visit each of her known clients with her coffin as a way of bidding her farewell.
Thank God, some semblance of order prevailed and the hearse carrying her body only visited one of her well-known clients.
But as some were mourning the departed flesh peddler, a certain woman in a different section of the same suburb is said to have consulted a spiritualist to cleanse her husband’s ‘demon of infidelity’.
She was given a small object that looked like a groundnut.
She was made to believe that once her husband swallowed it, his infidelity would be a thing of the past.
Upon her return home, she convinced her husband that the groundnut-like object would help him solve his perennial stomach ache problems.
Alas, a few minutes after consuming it, the boy breathed his last.
As Blabber pens this piece, the wife has since been sent packing by irate relatives of the deceased.
Make no mistake, it is all happening near the sacred hills.
Till next week, enjoy your weekend responsibly.
ln this very short life we live, never forget to take good care of your loves ones.
