BLABBER knows and understands that good advice is rarely welcome.
But that will not stop Yours Truly from imparting wise counsel to my folks.
There is a modern African proverb that says a man who drives his fathers’ car is not entitled to speak in a council of men who own bicycles.
The long and short of that adage is that for you to become a member, you need to come in with your own property!
Surprisingly, there was a man who spent his entire life donning coats of many colours, dinning and wining with kings in revered places, yet he had nothing to his name.
Our dear departed comrade made more enemies than friends during his short-lived stay in our beloved city.
Make no mistake about it dear reader, Blabber commiserates with the bereaved, but the journalist in me keeps wondering why he had to leave his beloved wife and children homeless.
Yes, you heard me right, homeless!
The same shock that gripped us upon hearing that our dear departed comrade had breathed his last gripped us again when we received the news that his family will not have a roof over their heads in three months time.
All along, his employer was renting a place for him and his family.
Typical of labour contracts, the family has three months to find alternative accommodation.
Believe me, dear reader, Blabber does not have any negative energy and these are the sad stories that Yours Truly does not enjoy writing.
Blabber will not delve into the conspiracy theories surrounding his demise, baseless or factual.
Blabber will not rant about his authoritarian approach to management, guised as a corruption mop-up drive.
Blabber will not say a thing about the floodgates of labour related legal challenges that the organisation now faces as a legacy burden left by the dear departed comrade’s way of doing things.
Indeed, Blabber will not talk about the residential stand he had been allocated by the local authority but was never developed until his untimely demise.
All our dear brother managed to do was to sell part of that residential stand. Unfortunately he died before regularising the land transfer.
I feel for the family left behind and advice them to pick up the pieces and be strong.
At least they have another undeveloped residential stand in that other nearby town where he served before coming to our beloved city.
Amid all the gloom that comes with death, at least they can sell that one to develop the one in our beautiful city or the other way round.
The good thing is that at least they have a choice.
The other good thing is that the talkative bereaved spouse gets to learn a few life lessons, including the fact that her husband was the boss, not her!
My brothers and sisters, we only live once and we will only be remembered for what we did for our loved ones when we could.
Do everything you do with that rainy day in mind.
Prepare for it in the small way that you can.
But for now, enough about our deceased brother’s shortfalls.
Just in case the readers of this widely read column think that Yours Truly is oblivious or does not care about the political developments in our province, allow Yours Truly to prove someone wrong today.
Word doing the rounds is that there is a new politician in town who has been known for everything else but politics.
Watch this space!