The ManicaPost
WHAT is this that we hear about this other short guy who is widely referred to as King, yet his behaviour is similar to that of an avowed rascal.
A few notes, gentle reader, will help you realise the nincompoop being blabbered about.
He is none other than the well known, uncultured moron, who used to spend most of his time loafing around a shopping mall in the city centre.
The sound of his first name is reminiscent of that other famous football legend-turned-cabinet minister, known by all in the southern part of our dear continent.
In fact, the name of this social misfit is similar to that of the disciple of a biblical character who never tested death.
Some might remember this imprudent guy from the olden days when he was a gardener for a certain flashy, youthful pastor who later relocated to a neighbouring country.
He was later promoted from being a gardener to an uptown clothing shop assistant. The shop was being run by the relocated Man of God.
The unwise ‘king’ then made a fortune from illegal diamond dealings and to his credit, managed to buy a house in one of the city’s leafy suburbs.
Word reaching Blabber is that he is now the darling of the crowds each time he walks into different night spots around the city because he is ‘making it rain’.
In other words, he is now in the habit of throwing the hard-to-come-by green backs in $10 and $20 denominations for people to scramble for cash.
Those who were at that other popular watering hole that opens its doors until the wee hours of the night will attest to this.
As an elder Blabber would like to warn this youngster that those who walked the same path before him are regretting their days of tomfoolery.
As Yours Truly pens this piece, some of them can hardly afford a cigarette after years of throwing cash in the air like confetti at a wedding.
This is not the end of it all as Blabber is still in the process of compiling a dossier of his sexual shenanigans and soon, Yours Truly will name and shame.
No pastor, this has nothing to
do with church factions
Blabber was taken aback to learn about the line of defence that our dear pastor is now preaching to all who care to listen to him. I mean that cleric who was spotted at a sangoma’s surgery in a neighbouring country recently. Yours Truly gathered that he is arguing that last week’s insertion was driven by factional fights unfolding in that missional church with Kruger-like roots.
No, this is a blue lie!
Apart from sinning against God by consulting a sangoma, he is now committing another transgression by lying through his teeth.
You dare Blabber at your own peril Bishop! Blabber has all his shenanigans on his fingertips, and one-by-one, will punch him below the belt. For the record, Blabber is driven by nothing, but the need to preserve the little that remains of our moral fabric.
In fact, Yours Truly feels sorry for the poor congregants that blindly follow this pretender. He is a pastor-by-day and womaniser-by-night!
Blabber’s solitary hope is that they all do as he says, not as he does.
Blabber will remain relentless in unmasking such pretenders and to that end, gentle reader, watch my space!
