adminHE is into the business of protecting people’s property, but his rumour mongering surely turns Yours Truly green with envy.
Blabber used to think that he is the only one with long ears, wide eyes and loud mouth, but this guy who happens to hold a high office at this club which has the notoriety of hoisting the infamous Union Jack flag in November surely gives Yours Truly a good run for his money. His totem has something to do with that king from Down South who was so powerful and believed not to be immortal only to be hit by mfecane.
Our good friend who is a common sight in town with his SUV vehicle is always a morning guest at one of the offices near Old SASU Hospital where he always enjoys steaming tea while munching biscuits and doing what he knows best.
He will be updating his bhasa (boss) of the latest shenanigans in town and Yours Truly is told that nothing is left as the tea seems to have an effect on his marbles as he just download everything like a memory card.
After the morning tea he will rush to this place now famous for fire cooked lunch at this sporting club where all those who matters in Mutare meet for meals. He is usually among the first because he needs time to be at the next club popularly known as Marikana where Mutare’s pot-bellied ones converge for lunch.
At Marikana his long ears will be stretched to the limit to tape the latest news in town for him to feed his colleague at the next watering hole where the gentlemen’s game of cricket is played.
Our Blabber’s revival is so generous with his pockets as he is always ready to dish out airtime money to all bar ladies with good looks.
Yours Truly is told that he almost torched a real war between patrons of the two neighbouring clubs recently after he went out of his way to tell all those with ears to listen that members from the rival club had lebelled them uneducated buffoons. Tension was all-over last week and it had to take the Grandpa of music to quench the burning fire with a polished performance at Marikana also attended by members from next door.
HE made prodigious bling-bling during his days when he was one of the sought after diamond dealers as he exchanged one posh car after one another.
Unlike the Biblical namesake, who was known for poverty, our dear brother’s life was regarded as the epitome of the bourgeoisies, as it was characterised by infinite merrymaking all round as he bedded almost every beauty in this gorgeous eastern border city.
At one time he spent a month booked at this hotel in the city centre where he changed women like a pair of socks spoiling them with his ill-gotten riches.
With time so naive was our Ngoda guy that he forgot that like the morning dew, money was fast disappearing from his pockets. As fate would have it, poverty knocked on his doors and he was penniless.
He then decided to get the gems through unorthodox means and he tried to mastermind that foiled robbery somewhere in Wezhira’s area. And the long arm of the law was quick on him and his accomplice and they were thrown behind bars.
Now, he is back.
The guy is back in town and word doing the rounds is that he is now trying to pick himself of by some anarchic means.
He has developed the art of sweet-talking and conning people and is targeting businessmen in the transport sector giving them non-existent orders, but, his tricks seem to have been detected!!! He is moving in the clubs with these old fashioned and aged thigh vendors including that one that has seen better days from this upstairs hair salon that has a woman’s name in downtown Mutare.
This thigh vendor has the habit of giving birth to each and everyone who happens to deep his oil stick into her rather battered engine.
The poor slut has four kids with different males and it will not be a surprise if we see our beloved sister’s tummy bulging again as our poor diamond dealer is well known for tasting the sugar of Camal joy without protection. Read this space for more regarding this. As always Blabber has telescopic eyes.
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