Dear Life, own up to your responsibility
FOR some people, when it rains, it pours. It seems a certain tenderpreneur is under a spell of torrential rain that refuses to ease up. A couple of weeks ago the rumour mill was tittle-tattling about how the foremost tenderpreneurs’ well of wealth is running dry, to the point where he was unable to settle a telephone bill. While it appears he would have everyone believe there’s no truth to these rumours, things have taken a turn for the worse, or so the mill would have us believe. Word is that the lad is being dragged to court by a former lover because he has neglected his fatherly duties of providing financial support for his offspring. While he is hard at work taking champagne showers to convince the world that he still lives in the lap of luxury, another lad has been picking up his slack, caring for the tenderpreneur’s offspring as though he was his own. Clearly he is too consumed living it large and being a blesser, instead of blessing the actual fruit of his loins.
Maverick in the house
A LITTLE birdy perched itself on my fence this weekend and chirped away about the all titbits being churned out from rumour mill. Usually, nothing pleasant comes from the rumour mill, but this particular piece of information bound to make most people jump for joy, especially those who enjoyed Top Gun and the Mission Impossible movie franchise. A well-placed source this week said that Tom Cruise or Maverick if you’re a Top Gun fan will be touching down in the land of the brave in a fortnight. The A-lister is said to be starring in the reboot of The Mummy movie, which is being filmed in the Namib Desert. Who knows, you might get lucky and spot the famous hunk, it will also do you young lasses good to know that the heartthrob is still single, so your stalking (yes, we know you are going to stalk the set) could pay off with a tryst to tell your children for years to come.
Bad to worse
WORD from the mill is that the annual costumed procession in which young lasses have to parade around in beach garb and be judged on how they look in it has gone from bad to worse, something most people did not think was possible. Word is that the procession venue looked like a child was attempting to play house in it and the attire left a lot to be desired. Last year it was marred by the fact that the organiser in chief had people bolting to the door with her tantrums and ill-treatment of the entertainment. In a bid to redeem the procession, the organiser in chief is said to have tried enlisting the help of a young designer, but he refused to work gratis so she was left red-faced, which explained the wardrobe that left a lot to be desired. Those in the know have maintained that the organiser in chief refuses to let go of the reigns and rules it with an iron fist, most people have lost interest in it or aiding her. One can only hope that she finally learns her lessons
But who is to say, this is all just tittle-tattle from the grapevine…
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