admincabbages and onions for resale.
In our wisdom or lack of it, we thought we would never go wrong with vegetables.
Both the well-heeled and the poor cannot do without these and in no time, we thought, we would be smiling to the nearest bottle store.
“Apa tarova nhamo nembama, shamwari. Tazopinda chaipo pam’ongo wehupenyu. Rega uone todzvova iyo misodzi yaqueen,” my rather talkative friend said as we drove down the dirty and rocky road to the farm.
“We will be rich very soon because after this consignment we will come for yet another one and we will be on top of the world,” he purred.
Once we had the vegetables in the car, we drove to a vantage point where we thought it would be a matter of seconds before our deep pockets were filled with cash.
But, alas, minutes turned into hours and these translated into days.
The plan did not work.
I felt my resilience was being tested in the most difficult way until my friend bought me off the project.
Gentle reader, the vegetables were wilting by the day and I could not stand the sight of people asking for some yellowing leaves to feed rabbits.
“Chingondikwaturiraiwo utwo twashata ndipe tsuro dzangu,” women in the neighbourhood would say.
“Cash is hard to come by, but if you trust me and sell me on credit, I won’t disappoint,” a neighbour with a beak-shaped mouth cooed.
My friend tried all the tricks in the book until the vegetables were good for nothing and he trashed them.
Unfortunately, this is the situation most people find themselves insofar as love is concerned.
Amai pandaive mudiki ndakatamba nenguva,
Pandairamba kuroorwa ini, ndakatamba nenguva,
Ndakamboda kuroorwa kuBindura asi ndakaramba kani,
Ndikazoda kuroorwa nabusinessman, asi ndakaramba chete,
Nhasi ndachembera, asi hapana achandida, sang the legendary John Chibadura and the Tembo Brothers.
True to the song, some people end up between a rock and a hard place because of the wrong choices they make.
There is a thin line between life and death. Unfortunately many invite death by foolishly choosing to die.
Mbudzi dzinopera nembada nekuyeverwa kutadza kuziva kuti tatarisana nerufu.
Those who walk with a chip above their shoulders often find themselves picking up the tabs for not making the right move at the right time.
Unogona kuzvirongonora uchiti waronga.
No matter how well they prepare for a good love relationship, some people’s love boats always hit icebergs.
Girls of tantalising beauty lose lustre banking on marriage promises from pleasure-seekers who deflower them before vanishing into thin air.
Boys, too, suffer the same fate.
The curvy women they lust for often leave them for others, leaving them counting their losses or kicking themselves in the foot for not striking when the situation permitted.
There is no harm in one candle lighting another and that’s why Ghetto Blast today is examining the folly of not making the right move when it matters most.
Gentle reader, finding love and maintaining that relationship is more demanding than selling cabbages.
From a distance, the business appears lucrative yet in the real sense the opposite is true. Rudo runoda kukuchidzirwa.
You see, love mirrors life in the hotel where every customer feels the guy next door is enjoying their meal.
It only takes the concerned individual to open up for the world to realise that love is no stroll in the park.
Some men and women naturally hate bathing and it becomes their partner’s problem to ensure they get water on their bodies.
There is a chemistry about love which seems to take most people prisoner, but they seem not to notice.
Some women are faithful to guys who frequent maintenance courts for redress because of their bed-hopping antics. Hardly a month without a child born out of wedlock coming searching for their father.
These guys do nothing in the home.
In most of these cases, it is always the wife who provides for them, but for some obscure reason they remain in those relationships just for the world to view them as happily married.
There is an equally bad crop of ladies who fight over boyfriends in bars yet they claim to be married.
On asking their husbands whether they are not aware of these things, they tell you it has nothing to do with you.
I’d rather sell cabbages than date blindly.
Gentle reader, the game of love will land you in the grave if you do not watch your step.
Countless men out there go about getting money which they never repay from people just to spite their wives, but somehow they stay put.
Some men are cheated every day and night, but they find it out and still want to stay put in such marriages that expose them to HIV/Aids.
Some women are beaten up whenever it suits the husband and even for flimsy reasons but they would rather stay in that relationship than venture into the unknown.
Love and selling perishables is just the same. Ndemamwe makudo hapana risina mahobi.
As I commit pen to paper gentle reader, some women have had the misfortune of their sisters being raped by their husbands but still they continue with life as if nothing has happened.
Life away from the courts and the police is strange for some people, but they have someone by their side and you shudder to think whether marriage is all about keeping up appearances or a daredevil adventure in which participants know fully well that the chances of meeting death on the way are high.
Some people are spending hours consulting traditional healers and prophets, not for the crimes they have committed, but to save a lover and ensure they stay with them even after the trials and tribulations are over. But is that necessary?
Inoitawo here iyoyo.
Whatever we plan to do with our lives, it is proper to ensure we do not endanger ourselves unnecessarily.
Forewarned is forearmed.
Inotambika mughetto.
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