adminJUST when I thought our businessman and religious leaders are the protagonists in these unfolding sexual shenanigans, a popular plain cloth cop has just stolen the limelight. In case you wondering who this hoodlum I am talking about is. He worked in this mountainous basin for decades before being posted to the province famous for gold panning.
His nomadism outpace that of the gaffer known as razorman, because it was not long before our dear cop was transferred back to this province, but in that town which is strategically positioned along the Mutare-Harare Highway, and which happens derive its name from that river that never dries.
It is sad that the cop, known for his intelligence, is in the news across the world for such inhuman reasons.
He sank into moral abyss, lost the moral compass with common uneasiness least expected of a person of his intellectual acumen. With his moral integrity in tatters, he deserves nobody’s support.
Let me sprint to the point.
His unquenchable sexual appetite turned him into a monumental social swine in an instant. This beefy cop applied an increasingly loose interpretation of the rules after trying to bed the wife an accused person he had apprehended.
After arresting and incarcerating his prey, over some missing roofing materials, our poor cop gleans the mobile digits of his wife.
While the stealing hubby was languishing in those filthy and air tight cells, our cop had the tenacity to call the inmate’s wife proposing love.
The woman turned him down, but with the force of a hippopotamus, our cop persisted and on the release of her hubby, the woman spilt the beans.
Our cop then tried to befriend the woman’s hubby, in a bid to get access to the woman. He was unaware that the hubby already knew of his mission.
While the hubby kept his cool, the cop’s approach was bereft of any creative construction.
The couple swapped mobile digits.
Our not so intelligent cop started
wiring WhatsApp messages unaware that they were
being intercepted by the husband.
The WhatsApp chats were obnoxious as they were excessively sexually suggestive and pornographic in nature.
On this fateful day, our cop calls this woman.
She was home.
He called hubby, who despite having been around told him that he was in this resort town whose name has something to do with a bridge. As if over-compensating for his lack of sharpness along, the cop said he was calling from this popular drinking spot in Mutare.
He then called the married wife and said he was coming to see her.
He had psychological re-awakening after being lured into the woman’s bedroom. He wobbled and fumbles as the husband banged the door open.
At that stage our cop was half naked and trying to cuddle the married woman. What an embarrassment. He struggled to justify his presence in the couple’s matrimonial home, let alone their bedroom. He suddenly lost the guile of a vicious cop that he is known to be and lacked his usual defiance and solidity.
He was cynically scythed.
His obstinate rapaciousness took away all the glory he had.
He betrayed all that looked up to him. He was left without a tissue of integrity. His approach to issues was full of inconsistency and contradiction.He showed the world his colours; it would be appreciated now if he could remind us of his talent, reassess his priorities and return to being the marauding, all-action officer who was dismantling criminal syndicates than other people’s marriages.
Online Reporter