adminthey want from you, they do not come anywhere near you.
To put icing on the already poisoned cake, these people have no sense of respect at all.
The way they tear into the personalities of people they are jealous of is as if they are immune to life’s trials and tribulations. Workplaces, churches, prisons, beer-halls and almost all places you may think of are teeming with such characters.
Whether this points to poor upbringing or is an inborn trait, only God knows.
These people are worse than the dreaded improvised explosive devices.
The moment you see them on your doorstep, you are certain that something is wrong somewhere.
“Can I please have US$10 for airtime and a bit of relish for my children?
“Stop talking to So and So because he thinks he is too smart for everyone,” these characters will tell you straight in the eye.
Failure to bow to their demands is usually not without a backlash.
“Angangoda kuvhaira zvake nemazimota nesadza, asi unoziva here kuti hapana kana mwana anoti n’ee pazidhara rese iro riya?” these people often say to people who will largely not be prepared to incline an ear to their unsophisticated purring which reeks of illiteracy and outright sluttish mentality.
Somewhere in these people’s minds the world should stop going round until they realise their dreams.
At workplaces, these people with a fractured consciousness are found at almost all levels.
Those of them in managerial positions see nothing wrong in claiming from the employer what is not due to them. They sometimes abuse office by making juniors pay them just to sign requisition forms, something which is part of their job anyway.
“Manje mufana, wati ndingangonamira signature yangu pachifomu chako icho pasina kana chandambonanzva, kuti wapenda nyoka here?” they will say with a wicked grin on their faces oblivious of the fact that they will be committing a dismissible offence.
Dealing with a corrupt boss has the effect of poisoning the work environment to a point where work ethics are thrown out the window resulting in people being punished for doing their jobs diligently.
At churches people who suffer from this pull-him-down syndrome develop itchy feet once a rival has been elevated to a position of authority.
They will hop from one house to the other telling other parishioners how such a decision would taint the image of the church.
“Pakakanganiswa paye, vasikana. Hazviite kuti munhu asina murume ashande pedyo nemufundisi.
“This is going to cause all sorts of problems in the church. We cannot keep quiet as if nothing wrong has happened. As well-meaning women, it’s our duty to approach the church board to register our displeasure.”
Gentle reader, if you thought it was all glory, praise and worship in churches, then you are mistaken.
Churches are now worse than political parties where the quest for supremacy seems to be the guiding spirit for parishioners who go there to seek positions of honour.
People go out of their way to dig into the past life of the priest’s wife, just to lower her esteem. These bad apples are inimical to anything progressive.
Anything done by the church which does not involve them is considered evil.
Beer-halls have not been spared either.
Here is where you see these people with a pull-him-down syndrome working overtime to ensure their next pint of beer is assured.
Dangerous and wrongful information is whispered into the ears of strangers just to make them rise and crush their enemies so that they have something to tell the world during their gossip missions.
At the beer-hall the weak are accused of proposing love to wives of giants just to create havoc. Ladies of loose morals who frequent these places, in most cases, thrive on blackmail to glean cash from their targets.
“If you don’t buy me a drink, I will tell my husband what you said about him. If you do not comply I will tell him and we will see whether you will spend the day here,” these ladies will say before proceeding to carry out their threats. The problem with people of that kind of mentality is more pronounced.
Naturally, no woman takes kindly to information that her husband has a girlfriend somewhere.
And relatives seeking to wring cash from her will tell of non-existent stories of seeing Angela’s husband with a prostitute. “Unogona kungofara hako kuti unemurume, but asina arinani. Your husband has a reputation of paying handsomely for sexual favours. He is one guy who is going to kill you if you are not clever,” women are told by their kith and kin across the length and breadth of the world.
At times if the relatives are ignored, they will start crying victim and vow never to visit that family again.
Gentle reader, life is as delicate as an egg which requires careful handling. Spreading lies about people you are jealous of will never make your life free.
Inotambika mughetto.
Online Reporter