Moffat Mungazi
IN the past, Yours Truly gave some elementary journalism lessons to the gentle readers of this widely followed weekly city gossip column.
Yes, one or two basics about news gathering and dissemination.
One of those relates to what makes news.
For example, if a dog bites a man, it is not news, but if a man bites a dog it is news.
The reason is simple.
When a dog bites a man, it is not news because that is a normal phenomenon.
In equal measure, when little known drunkards within our communities behave in a barbaric manner, the society generally perceives it as normal.
What else can you expect from them?
But when people we call Men of God are seen partaking in highly questionable and immoral ways, the society is bound to be shocked, and start asking pertinent questions.
This is solely why Blabber finds it strange that this other well-known youthful pastor in our beloved city makes no secret of his weakness for gambling.
Yes, he is actually an obsessive gambler!
When we heard about his first name, we all thought in him the society would get more blessings, alas, all we are getting are impoverishing snooker betting lessons.
Unlike most gamblers who choose known betting houses where they play poker, slots, roulette or the big six wheel, the boy loves betting on a pool table.
On a good Sunday when church offerings have been rewarding, he can part ways with substantial amounts running into thousands of dollars on a snooker table.
He even has his home ground located in that other high density suburb whose name has something to do with houses and hobbies.
We can only wonder whether the Bible permits this conduct, let alone from someone who is supposed to deliver the spiritually colonised.
As if that was enough, word reaching Blabber is that he is into drug abuse.
His connection with one of the city’s drug peddlers is worrisome.
The drug peddler operates right in the Central Business District, and his name is similar to one of the three Biblical characters who were thrown in lions’ den.
Together with our dear man of God, the two are, not only enjoying the companionship of being tight buddies, but also a healthy client-supplier relationship.
This you can confirm with one of dear man of God’s friends, who saw some drug abuse paraphernalia in his car, including cigarette lighters and crystal meth.
Dear God, are these the kind of pastors we should bath, walk or drive to church to spend at least three hours listening to?
