Rosenthal Mutakati Ghetto Blast
The punch-drunk lass tried to break loose from the group’s grip and run away, but she struggled for balance and fell headlong to the tarmac in an avalanche of punches from her assailants. “Nhasi unotiona. There is no peace in my marriage because of you. Asina kubarwa ndiyani. Uchachitaura chakatadzisa dhongi kuseka kunyenama richigona,” one of the attackers said, with barely disguised rage.
While scores of people chose to watch the drama from a distance, one courageous old man lifted a log and threatened the assailants, who soon scattered in different directions like cockroaches when the kitchen light is turned on.
The young lass was left bloodied, bruised and battered.
Her crime? She was dating a married man.
To my surprise, all cars that were in the car park when I arrived were nowhere to be found.
They had disappeared in the twinkling of an eye, suggesting that most couples there were cheats.
There is a culture of cheating that has crept into people and is regrettably eating out the remnants of morality in the communities in which we live.
Men and women of all age groups are cheating.
This scourge knows no financial circumstances. The rich and the poor are in the same wasteland.
At workplaces, in buses, at church, and even at funerals, people cheat.
There are countless stories of bosses abandoning their families after falling head over heels with their subordinates. The same applies in churches where pastors, those charged with bringing people closer to Yahweh and ensure religious doctrine is maintained, are emerging as veritable cheats.
Teachers, male and female, are having flings with their pupils.
The situation is even worse in colleges where female students are reportedly peddling flesh for higher grades.
This partly explains why paper graduates are increasing by the day. You have people with a lot of qualifications which do not translate into service delivery. Degreed people of the lowest intelligence order are on an upsurge.
Neighbours, too, are ogling each other with lustful eyes to the point that they are always ready to cheat whenever an opportunity arises.
Cases of best-men bedding brides after weddings are awash worldwide.
People are becoming more bold in their ways by the day.
Unfortunate waitresses — some of them willing victims, though — have had the hands of countless lustful patrons grope them in every imaginable and unimaginable place possible.
Nyaya yacho yakaoma. Haina mukuru kana mudiki.
As I commit pen to paper gentle reader, women who work in public places go through hell in an average day’s work.
It all starts with lunch offers, then sweet nothings and can end up in rape.
“Machinda ndinongonzwa kulavha kukisa mupurisa akapfeka uniform yebasa machinda. Kana musoja wechikadzi zvake nekuti ipapo ndinenge ndichitokisa mutemo,” you hear guys saying over a bottle of beer in bottle stores.
Married men are not exempted.
They literally fight for girls with bachelors in the ‘hood.
“The fact that I am married means I have a lot of experience in these love matters. The sky is the limit and I will continue proposing love to women for as long as I live,” you hear men saying openly in the canteen at lunch.
That the world is grappling with a surge in HIV and Aids cases is of no concern.
Married women, too, spoil young boys with presents in exchange for sex amid reports that vulnerable young partners are much easier to manipulate than a person with financial muscle.
Only this week, a Bulawayo woman dressed down her husband, an army officer, when she told a court that he cheated on her with 25 girlfriends, including his niece and a maid, over the last 14 years.
Gentle reader, no one takes kindly to being cheated on.
Some are prepared to kill for this while others will approach the courts for redress.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” playwright William Shakespeare wrote.
But why do people cheat?
“Hezvinoi zvinondinetsa vatete, ini semudzimai akaroorwa/Mabatirwo andinoitwa nemwana wenyu, kundifidha hake sehuku yebroiler/Dai vakadzi vairoorerwa kudya, vanavehurudza vaizoroorwawo here?/Zviri nani kuswera nenzara, asi rudo ndichiwana rwakaringana,” sang the late Dr Love Paul Matavire in this song called “Iye Mbune”.
The song is largely a plea for attention by a married woman to her husband. The woman appreciates all the niceties she is availed, but largely questions why men use cash in cases where a simple kiss and true companionship can play the trick.
Not enough sex, according to researchers, is among the contributory factors.
“Remember the good old days when you could stay up forever fooling around? Then responsibility entered the mix — and kids — and before you knew it, sleep was more important than sex. Well, women want to feel wanted.
If you’re not making her feel that way, she could seek it elsewhere. To keep that spark alive, ask her out on date nights, send her provocative e-mails at lunch, and by all means, don’t let life get in the way of kissing, cuddling and sex.”
Others, the experts say, cheat just because they enjoy being the bad girl.
“Just as men feel the urge to sow their wild oats, some women have an inner sex kitten just waiting to be unleashed — and when the beast escapes from the cage, look out. This frisky behaviour usually rears its ugly head in response to some sort of life change — major weight loss, new job, new friends, mid-life crisis, etc. Keep the lines of communication open and she’ll be more likely to talk to you about what’s going on instead of spilling her guts to a stranger in the night.”
Some people cheat as revenge or payback for past wrongs.
“No, you didn’t cheat, but whether you blew your retirement fund in Victoria Falls or got caught in a big lie, you did break her trust. She feels wounded and betrayed — and wants to hurt you the same way you hurt her.”
Gentle reader, we are living in a funny world in which people are killing themselves in the name of fun.
Some people cheat just for the sake of it.
At parties some people get drunk, motherless, that they are easily taken advantage of.
It is important, gentle reader, to always act responsibly and avoid situations that compromise your health and dignity.
Inotambika mughetto.



