BIBLICALLY they say the wages of sin is death. This reality of life seems to be unfolding for this popular woman of loose morals who is now on her death bed back at her parents’ place in Harare.
Her first name has something to do with a fine musical tune while her surname has swimming connotations. During her heyday, she was one of the most-sought-after among men of equally questionable morals. Given her bottle-shaped body, she turned heads whenever she strutted her stuff in the Central Business District.
In fact, many will remember her illicit affair with this popular socialite who kissed this mother earth goodbye early this year.
So generous was our poor ATM sister that at one point she had the tenacity to dish out the forbidden fruit to the late socialite, a well-known pharmacist as well as this foreign diamond dealer, let alone a host of other well to do men.
Those in the know will tell you how she became the object of intense tussle for possession between the late socialite and the pharmacist. Some will recall the speedy road chase to Rusape that ensued as the rival suitors wrestled to win the then prized possession.
However, word reaching Yours Truly is that she is now battling for dear life in the capital under close supervision of family members. Shall we call it home-based care.
In fact, the bulging bum is no more and her once attractive lips are now red all over, of course not because of lip stick!
Sad indeed!
For the record, Blabber does not celebrate death neither do I wish anyone misfortune, but Yours Truly is duty bound to tell it like it is without fear or favour.
What is this that we hear about a Midlands-born diamond dealer who has suddenly become the number one buyer in this illicit industry?
Many will recall how he escaped death by a whisker when he was hit by a lightning bolt about a year ago and of course, how he used to sell fake gold in Penhalonga.
He has the same name with the once popular dreadlocked TV drama personality, known for making plans. At one time our diamond dealer ventured into transport business when he used to provide buses for employees of a certain company that produces an anhydrous liquid before he sold the fleet to revert to minerals.
All along, he was lodging in the suburb whose name has something to do with dawn before he bought reportedly his own house in this low-density suburb located near Christmas Pass.
Yours Truly has it on good authority that he has since left fellow diamond dealers green with envy as he has suddenly become the buyer of choice to many artisan miners as well as diamond mining company workers smuggling the precious mineral.
You see, Blabber’s switchboard was inundated this week with different sources updating Yours Truly on what is going on in town hence the decision to shelve another juicy one for next week. This one is about this young man who spent cash like there is no tomorrow as he depended on his elder brother, a once successful diamond dealer. The young man has since fallen on hard times. Watch my space!



