adminGOING by the pledge I made in my last insertion, Yours Truly must admit that the temptation to exert my energies on the issue of this pompous, insensitive, full-of-I-know and haughty female senior police officer was almost irresistible. The way she has become law unto herself, fighting her personal battles using the name of the force, has become so nauseating that Blabber, as usual, finds himself duty bound to speak.
Maybe it is all in her name, when loosely translated, has something to do with the macho in us males.
Nonetheless, Yours Truly has decided not to speak about how she recently abused her powers in a fight against a lady who runs a brothel in town. I will not speak about how she throws her weight around to the extent of clapping junior officers.
I will not speak about how she has been terrorising commuter bus operators and touts, not for the sake of enforcing the law, but to allow her own vehicles to have less competition. Yes, I will certainly not speak about how she has given anyone who dares cross her path a torrid time. Ask one of our learned friends who was recently forced to drown a whole bottle of a brandy after falling victim to our bossy lady who had the guts of singing and dancing to that UMC song which goes “tiri kuona humambo hwekudenga,”celebrating a mission accomplished. I will leave her alone, at least, for now! Instead, I have chosen to focus on this popular prophet who never ceases to amaze. Just when Yours Truly thought the so-called man of God is over and done with, juicy ones are once again coming from his congregation.
Word reaching Blabber is that his wife has tasted the proceeds of this religious money-spinning venture hence she is now actively playing her role as the couple seeks to spread their tentacles to the capital.
Jezebel-turned-prophetess is now left with the enormous task of maintaining the ‘‘spiritual standards’’ at the local shrine while hubby opens new avenues elsewhere.
In fact, the so-called prophet now has time for the local shrine once a month and in order for his better half to impress congregants as a real spiritual leader, a real prophetess, she has started employing injudicious tactics. We hear that she now has a good number of emissaries going about sniffing personal information about congregants and convey it to the ‘‘prophetess’’ so that she will stand on the pulpit every Sunday and pretend to be prophesying about people’s personal lives.
Blabber also has it on good authority that the prophet, with all the posh cars, beautiful though rented apartments in leafy suburbs of the city and of course loose women at his disposal, he still does not want to pay the $100 salaries of the three employees at the church’s offices let alone give them food.
Cruelty can hardly get any worse! Such is the sadistic heart of the perceived man of God that paying big bills to well-avowed thigh vendors has become much more important than paying a small amount to men who guard his property.
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