Online Reporter
WHAT is this that we hear about MegaMjolo House — a well-known building in our Central Business District — which houses the provincial headquarters of an entity that provides us with a major service in our communities?
Just like the consistent outage over the service they provide, there is shocking moral outage, in this building.
Blabber is now almost completing investigations into some stinking illicit affair happening under the roof of this once revered building — which involve a known sexual predator with a managerial position.
As usual, gentle reader, you will be the first with the story.
This week, Yours Truly chose to focus on this other dude we all know as a jolly good fella, little did we know how he was making his money all along.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that the bloke got some money spinning charms from a neighbouring country, which helped him fit in higher places and make him a well-to-do person.
Who did not know about the cash loans that he used to provide to his clients for given interest after an agreed time frame.
That which we call chimbadzo in vernacular.
Indeed, he made money out of this scheme.
Not even the fingers of both hands can count the number of nice vehicles in his backyard after some of his clients failed to pay up their debts to him.
For some strange reason, when one borrows money from him, they would fail to return the money and in the end, whatever valuables they would have surrendered as collateral would end up his property.
This happens with many of our colleagues, who are into this business, and suspicion is rife that they consult some n’angas so that they accrue properties through this cruel scheme.
However, word on the street has it that this dude is facing serious mysterious challenges in his life.
In fact, at times, even on a very calm day, our dear brother feels some strong winds blowing him, to the extent that he almost loses balance without any form of sickness.
Those cars filling up his backyard are no longer usable.
He can no longer even open the doors to these vehicles.
Shame!
For the sake of our colleagues who are failing to realise the identity of this good-for-nothing old man, he is none other than the one known by the surname that has something to do with a hammer.
He was a regular patron at that other watering hole whose name has something to do with automobiles.
On this and other matters, more details to follow…
