Online Reporter
WITHOUT sounding patriarchal or chauvinist, life is littered with numerous examples which suggest that a man’s financial or personal life can be ruined by a bad choice in a wife.
Some cultural superstitions suggest that marrying someone who has left behind a trail of heartbroken partners or carries the baggage of past curses will attract bad luck into your own life.
After all, who does not know that a good wife is a fortune, but a bad wife is the ruin of a house. Where is this coming from, some might ask?
As an elder in our community, Blabber is duty bound to counsel, both the young and adults on pertinent social issues that we are all going through in this life.
Especially at a time when some of our dear comrades are sliding down the social morbidity index to the extent of suddenly leaving their daily routine in the fast lane of city life and relocating to peri-urban areas, just to reduce the financial burden of rentals, transport, supermarket foodstuffs and of course, macoolayo etonaz.
If you think Blabber is dreaming, just spare a thought for this other light skinned dude who used to work for a funeral parlour that has branches all over the country.
Yes, the funeral parlour known for its affinity for the moon as a source of light.
For the benefit of those who could be wondering who exactly Yours Truly is blabbering about, it is none other than this other jolly good fella whose name is similar to the name of that other company that is well-known for repairing tryes in the Central Business District.
Word reaching Yours Truly is that the bozo has retreated to some peri-urban area where Blabber suspects that he is one of the numerous beneficiaries of the so called Sabhuku deals.
Retreating to some peri-urban area is not the issue, gentle reader, because any of us can do that, and some of us are even having such plans at some stage in our lives, but the issue is how?
This boy dated and married a woman that we all know has left behind a trail of heartbroken partners or carries the baggage of past curses from failed relations.
Her piece jobs in the city are well documented. But, somehow our dear brother found love in the same woman.
It was not long before misfortunes started to befall our dear brother until he could have none of it, and retreated to some peri-urban village, was not an option, but a must.
Those who know this woman will tell you that our dear brother is not the first to go through such a sad end to a flourishing city life. We all know of another dear brother who went the same way after dating the same woman.
Blabber can only sign off by repeating that, dear brothers, pay attention to some cultural superstitions which suggest that marrying someone who has left behind a trail of heartbroken partners or carries the baggage of past curses will attract bad luck into your own life. Those with ears have heard!
