FOLKS, Yours Truly has a dilemma on his hands on whether to devote this week’s rant to the utterly shameful Barney between bartenders at that dodgy watering hole, whose engine keeps running despite the owner’s open zip, shut mind approach to sexual matters.
On the other hand, we had a choice to focus on the misfortune that befell our dear brother who allegedly suffered life threatening injuries, purportedly at the hands of robbers, but we all know his ways, and the possible reasons behind the brutal attack.
As if that was not enough, we all remember that dude, who was caught on camera, while playing the horizontal mambo game in the bush.
Blabber has it on good authority that he is no more.
That he is no more is not news, but how it all happened.
Lol and behold, these are stories for next insertions as Blabber opted to use this week’s insertion to go deeper on the disgraceful lifestyle of this other so-called modelling queen.
There was once a time when winning a modelling contest, let alone getting any sort of recognition at national level, came with a lot of pride and respect.
Modelling queens of the era gone-by commanded a lot of respect, and not every Dick and Tom would be seen flirting with a poster girl, let alone in places so despicable like night clubs and dingy watering holes.
They were just glamour girls, glamourous both on the ramp and their lifestyles. Sad how things have changed!
Where we used to have revered cover girls, we now have some good-for-nothing thigh vendors masquerading as modelling queens.
Only recently, Yours Truly eavesdropped a conversation in the city where some elderly women were lamenting about the conduct of this local modelling “queen” .
Apart from different men who can pay for a quickie, artistes are also having a field day on this young lady, no wonder she was recently at the centre of a social spat between some local artistes.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am blabbering about none other than this other dipsomaniac, whose only claim to fame, is winning some recent modelling contest.
The meaning of her English name has something to do with a sharp calf (young cow), a symbol of wealth in ancient times, while her Shona surname has something to do with destroying.
Word reaching Blabber is that the uncultured girl is now drinking like a fish as she leaves the night club in the wee hours of each night.
As if that was enough, the wayward girl is stalking several moneyed boys in our beloved city on social media platforms, whom she shamelessly sends sexual proposals.
Blabber has evidence to this, and it is only a matter of time before Yours Truly reproduces everything on this widely read column.
If these are not the depths of shamelessness, then nothing is! In fact, who will encourage their children to take modelling seriously if this is what they will end up doing?
For the record, Blabber has nothing against this bare-faced model, and modelling as an industry, but it is all in the name of preserving the little that remains of our moral fabric.
I rest my case!
