The ManicaPost
Blabbermouth
WE all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.
After all, there is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.
Thus, away from the sexual shenanigans of our businessmen, let alone the malevolence of our city Jezebel sisters, there is a former legislator who is having a torrid time at home at the hands of his deceased wife.
Blabber has it on good authority that the burly old man, a bed hopper of note, is having sleepless nights at his home in one of the city’s plush suburbs
In fact, he is now spending nights in that high-density suburb whose name has something to do with water where he has since added one more to his long list of concubines.
Gentle Reader, Yours Truly is not malicious at all, but like I have always said it is the need to preserve the little that remains of our moral fabric that keeps me going.
Why being haunted by the spirit of a departed loved one? Some might ask.
The thing is, he assaulted his departed wife until she succumbed to injuries sustained. With his influence, the case never saw the light of the day in our courts of law.
But, lest you forget Dear Reader, human beings are not slaughtered like chickens! No.
Today, the spirit of the deceased wife is up in arms with him and wherever you see him behaving in an awkward manner bear with him ane ngozi dziri kumunetsa.
Charity begins at home they say! Just like the confusion the grey haired politician caused in his own party in the run-up to recent elections, the man has caused confusion and untold suffering in his own home.
Things that men do for sex
This is no longer a love triangle thing. Maybe a love octagon, hexagon, nonagon or whatever it is, Blabber is just perplexed.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that this other agricultural expert, an insurance industry expert and an engineer — learned as they are — are all falling for a certain high school teacher of loose morals whom they take turns to pick up at that other club whose name has something to do with automobiles. Vana Muridzo chaivo! Kkkkkkkkkkkkiest!
Anyway, Blabber just needs a week or so to get to the bottom of it all.
I have said it before and will not stop saying it, Blabber is neither malicious nor vexatious, but the need to preserve the little that remains of moral fabric keeps me going.
Have a great weekend!
