Town Talk
I WILL keep on hitting them below the belt if they don’t change their behaviour. Though not physical as you might think, Yours Truly will use the pen whose effect supersedes that of a sword. Some have threatened to beat up Blabber, but I always ask them how can they hunt the unseen?
There is this youthful pastor in his early 30s who runs a ministry in that suburb whose name has something to do with water. His church’s name has something to do with the word of God and fire.
He is up to no good.
This supposed man of God is well known for misleading his congregation not to take ARV drugs on the basis that faith will heal them.
Recently, an ailing church member succumbed to the virus after she was counselled off her pills by this pastor.
Hell broke loose at the funeral after a drunkard attacked the man of cloth for signing his relative’s death warrant.
The pastor, who led proceedings at the funeral, was left with egg on the face.
Now, to the real story.
This man of cloth who has a somewhat disfigured face is playing the hide the sausage game with a married church member.
The illicit affair is no longer a secret at the church to the extent that the girlfriend, who is married to a gunman, was at one time chased away from the church by irate church members who would have none of her actions.
This occurred after the pastor’s wife protested over her husband’s infidelity by not coming to the Sunday services.
After the episode, the mistress disappeared for a while, but word reaching Yours Truly is that she is back at the church.
True like birds, the two love-birds have found love nests in forest thickets in the suburb where they have been spotted on numerous occasions.
With his don’t take ARVs crusade, Blabber waits to see if this man of cloth will not take the dosage soon, for the rate at which he is practising the open-zip policy, the Morgan Richard way will soon see him bed-ridden.



