adminIN my last instalment of this ever-popular column, which bares all secrets, I promised to take you down memory lane and explore the life of this young man who splashed cash like confetti. He lived like there is no tomorrow, eating from his elder brother’s ill-gotten wealth that used to flow like the mighty Mississippi.
Yes, the big brother was loaded with cash, but as I always tell you; a fool and his money will soon part.
On second thought, it will be a little unfair to talk about this young man in isolation without paying attention to the elder brother who was the source of all this rich-over-night fairytale which ended in abject poverty on the morrow.
After the blockbuster wedding-of-the-century at one of the coolest places in the country which was mistaken for a royal family event, our elder brother – who was arguably the biggest buyer of all the ill-gotten diamonds – started to find the going tough.
The net closed in on him fast and his growing personal empire crumbled like a deck of cards.
It happened in an instant.
He started selling his properties which were dotted around the city.
In an attempt to keep his head above water, our poor brother ventured into gold mining, but it was too late and he missed the plane.
With a kindergarten agricultural background he had from early childhood education, he bought a farm along this highway, near this spot that is now playing host to old school music on Saturdays.
It was an ambitious project which was a pie in the air. There were rumours that he was now into fish farming, drawing water from an unreliable source downstream and pumping it into a host of dams uphill.
The project was capital intensive as the water pumps chewed diesel like nobody’s business. His idea was that if he breeds one million fish in the ponds he will sell them at a dollar each and get $1 million.
He was a day dreamer.
From then on things got worse. He sold his upmarket house he had renovated in uptown Mutare.
Rumours were that he was given a car and got the difference as cash – how stupid.
He has been sized down to an ordinary guy and drives a caravan which can be mistaken as those that ferry passengers illegally.
He is now down to earth or underneath. Yours Truly is not aware of what is happening at his farm, but dams have since dried up and no one knows the fate of the famed breams.
Now, coming to his young brother who acted like a spoiled brat.
This young man spent cash as if he printed notes at his lodgings. He drove fancy cars and changed thigh vendors with a phone call.
He was popular at this illegal car wash in the Central Business District where he would clean his vehicle at the slightest mark of dirt.
The guys who cleaned his car were fortunate enough as they would bump into some small pieces of diamonds and cash.
He drank expensive whiskies.
Like his big brother he lost the plot. Word reaching Yours Truly is that he is now helping his mother with dishes at this makeshift food outlet they are operating at those premises where farmers and businesses exhibit their products yearly.
His once soft palms have gone rough as the ongoing electricity load shedding exercise has rendered him a wood cutter.
The tables have surely turned!
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