The ManicaPost
I am angry.
My fingers are shaking because I am seething with anger as I pen this piece.
I am sad. I resemble a stoned chap, high on the poor man’s cocaine they call guka, and this is all because of the sadness of losing, not only a loved one, but a respected and adored one.
I am speechless.
I have no words to describe the painful end to a glittering and exemplary life well lived and spent with numerous friends, both in business and social circles.
But after all is said and done, the flipside of the coin tells a tale of a man who was not pious enough to have known the value of companionship.
He lived in isolation.
Adults understand what I am blabbering about when we talk of this kind of loneliness and perhaps they also understand, too, that it is wrong to be lonely.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that our dear departed brother, who breathed his last recently, suffered extreme loss of blood before breathing his last.
Indications are that he cried long and hard, but because he lived ‘alone’, he could not get some First Aid services from a partner.
The kids were with the maid in the household helpers’ apartment.
The most painful part of the whole matrix is that the kids who were in the maid’s apartment, together with other 40 plus non-residents, will now look up to their mothers only for survival.
It’s sad! It’s painful!
As Yours Truly shed tears for our dear departed brother, Blabber will also remain mindful of the fact that we have so many of these lone rangers around.
Grown up men who think they can defy the Godly teaching of having fairer sex companionship.
These are laws of nature!
Students of philosophy may ask, according to what type of nature?
Well, according to natural and common trends of events as they unfold in our time and well before us.
In fact, Yours Truly, in the interest of helping our dear elder brothers, will soon chronicle a list of the Lone Rangers League and how they ended up in that situation.
We all know and understand that most of them, being owners of a few buildings and businesses, are scared that they might lose their earnings to female fortune hunters.
However, there is surely a way this can be evaded.
The prayer is that they get a companion, a helper as it is, as it not only normal, but safe to do so.
Get me right, Blabber is not saying people do not die, but it is the way we die that remains painful, especially when we are left with thoughts that the death could have been avoided.
Just like the Son of Man said, those with ears have heard!
