adminFAR away from the domestic frontiers of your lives, Yours Truly was really touched by the painful death of one of the city’s prominent businessmen. A devout Christian who genuinely worshipped in one of the city’s tabernacles, he was known by all and sundry as humble, principled and modest in his approach and conduct in society. Yes, he might have had some nasty clashes with his employees at one point or the other, but he was a man who lived on Christian values. Likeable and reserved, folks in the leafy suburb where he used to reside, just outside the city, will greatly miss him given the community help projects he occasionally undertook such as the recent maintenance of roads in that suburb.
Unlike most of the businessmen that we know in the eastern border city, he would hardly flaunt his riches or use his riches to attract women of loose morals. He was a man of integrity. Just like Yours Truly, he was a firm believer in real estate and, in fact, his rise on the social strata was enabled by his huge investments in real estate business. Yes, we all live to die one day and Blabber really understands that but, believe you me, circumstances surrounding his death were as painful as it can get. Read on.
Our humble businessman acquired a property in that same suburb he used to live. He acquired the property for a song through an auction after the former owner failed to service a bank loan.
The former owner was no ordinary citizen. Relatively popular, the former owner is a war veteran of Mozambican origin, known for his aptitude in the paranormal world of witchcraft. The spiritualist advised our dear businessman to surrender the building to him and in return of the money he paid for the building. Our dear businessman would have none of it. He argued that the transaction was over and done with. As a devout Christian that he was, he refused to surrender the building arguing that his God above would protect him from all the evil spells cast on him.
“This shop is my pension which I was given by my employer after working for him for a very long time. Are you sure to betray me using your money, you shall see! You are very young. You are my son’s age, why are doing this to me? Leave my shop. Your money can buy a lawyer, your money can buy the judge, can buy prosecutors, but it cannot buy you life again. I am Mozambican from Gorongoza, you shall see. You shall bow down in front of me,” vowed the veteran of the liberation struggle and our now departed brother, being a strong believer that he was, he took it for empty threats. The holier-than-thou businessman got the building. As fate would have it, our beloved businessman must have won the battle and not the war!
Towards the end of last year lightning struck at the home of this late rich bozo destroying all the gazebos that were perched on the vast yard. About a fortnight latter, robbers broke into the building that was at the centre of the wrangle and stole from the retail shop.
As if that was not enough, the businessman breathed his last only last week.
He suddenly started complaining of malaria and in a short space of time, barely a week, he died.
Blabbermouth is not superstitious at all, but being an African that I am, there are things I cannot run away from.
All Yours Truly can say is, Rest in eternal peace, Mr Businessman!
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