Frailty, thy name is a woman!

IN his resultant soliloquy, Shakespearean character Hamlet denounces his mother’s swift remarriage with the statement; “Frailty, thy name is woman”. He thus describes the womankind as frail and weak in character.

Blabber could not help, but reminisce about this legendary masterpiece when news reached his alert ears that this shameless businessman is bedding his morally decadent and married female employee.

The sad thing is that when things were good, with her hubby still capable of fending for the family, she never cheated or flouted her cheating in public.

Now that her hubby has fallen on hard times, she dolls the forbidden fruit to her morally corrupt boss in full glare of the public. Shame!

For sure, frailty, thy name is a woman!

In case you wondering who the awkward lovebirds Yours Truly is blabbering about are, hold on!

The husband to the cheating woman has fallen on hard times. He was a business partner in that other motor spares company whose name has some technological connotations.

The poor guy’s first name is similar to that of our former president and is financially paralysed to the extent of failing to afford a bundle of vegetables.

As fate would have it, his uncultured wife elected to fill up the financial gap by thigh-vending with her boss to supplement family income.

The bastard feasting on this uncouth married woman moves around with a green car. Yes, I mean that bozzo with an exaggerated sense of self-importance.

That bastard who rarely greets people and thinks he is the best creation ever in our beloved city.

He is into timber and once operated his backyard project at the premises of that other big company that has since shut its doors.

The sexual pervert relocated his project to that site proximity to that public motor vehicle repairs department.

Before Yours Truly concludes this weeks’ insertion it is important, in the spirit of preserving the little that remains of our moral fabric, to remind that school development committee chairperson at this other primary school in the city to stop it.

Yes, stop it! I mean that moron and a self-imposed chairman at that school in the suburb whose name has something to do with water.

Word reaching Yours Truly is that this good-for-nothing nincompoop is perpetrating lots of evil at the school. Blabber will certainly go deeper.

By the way, there is also this other local banker who has turned himself into a sexual predator that beds married women.

This is a story for another day.

The sad thing is this sexual pervert-cum-banker thinks he is untouchable.

However, he will soon learn the hard way. Blabber knows no sacred cows.

In fact, Blabber is contemplating removing the gloves to name and shame him.

Watch my space!