The ManicaPost
GENTLE Reader, yours truly as human as he is, was deeply saddened by the untimely death of our beloved sister whose profession had something to do with white clothing and patients.
She would openly declare that she would never be involved in horizontal mumbo-jumbo game with gumboots on. In street lingo, they would call it yekedero or pesinari. She would vow that nothing beats the excitement of doing it naturally.
She had it with one too many and succumbed to its obvious consequences.
While Yours Truly wishes her soul to rest in eternal peace, he is now worried about the long and winding list of those she played hide the sausage with. I mean her partners in crime in the horizontal gymnastics game.
Blabber has it on good authority that she dealt with prominent bozos in different sectors – of all ages – particularly socialites and beer guzzlers who usually frequented this watering hole situated in the outskirts of the city.
They too, enjoy it yekedero and among themselves they are now wondering who is next.
However, the main victim is this married dude from the uniformed organisation which deals in protecting people. He was so dear to our departed sister and Yours Truly prays that his family is still safe, which is almost impossible.
It’s that time of the year again
DOES anyone remember the yester-year American action-adventure television series, The A-Team featuring B A Baracus, Templeton and Hannibal?
Our own A-team that comprises rich widows and divorced ladies in this diamond city, for instance the wife of that late famous diamond dealer who later succumbed to his ritual shenanigans, the wife of the late dealer whose funeral was the talk of the town after two wives fought for proceedings and of course our own sister whose husband is a truck driver. Most of them drive sleek cars.
Their modus operandi is simple. During this time of the year, they usually travel to this neighbouring country to visit sangomas and renew their charms and juju.
They can easily lure any well up man they want. They are at it again. Take heed! However, there is a new self-proclaimed “healer” in Mutare’s oldest suburb who is now offering the same services.
Prominent women are now frequenting the place to get some charms to hoodwink any of their targets. What this “healer” does is simple, he asks for the picture of the partner and he simply puts it in a bottle and the rest is history.
Like I always say, this widely-read column aims to preserve the little that remains of our moral fabric so be advised, be faithful to one partner and married couples should respect their institutions.
Till we meet again! Chikuru rudo!!!
