Hell hath no fury

Bacchus is well-acquainted with the saying “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” but he wants to believe that the story of Bla Thabo is only a myth.
You see the man used to do odd jobs in and around Maseru, while his wife had a steady job at one of the Indian-owned shops.
Someone alerted Bla Thabo that there was money to be made in weaving crafts and taking them to Cape Town.
Lots of money. And so the poor brother decided to weave a few hats and baskets and take them to the mother city. Lo and behold
in three days they had all been snapped up by cash-rich American tourists.
Bla Thabo knew there and then he was onto something. He began making more and more trips, each time with more wares to sell than the last one, until he had established a respectable little stall in one of the popular tourist areas.
Back in Maseru, Bla Thabo bought a house and fitted it with the latest furniture from Mzansi.
Bacchus was not there when it happened, but it is said one day, after the painters had just finished painting the outer walls,
Bla Thabo summoned his wife and said to her: “I have bought new things for this house and everything is new and lovely. There is only one old thing which I need to change.”
She innocently asked with a smile: “What is that my husband?” “You,” came the reply.
With that the old lady was told to pack her bags to make room for a young sweet thing who was waiting in the car.
That was two years ago. Early this year, however, a cruel rumour emerged.
Bacchus does not know if it’s true but it is said Bla Thabo, who has grown a bit long in the tooth over the years, is simply not up to the bedroom tasks.
Perhaps it is due to the load placed on his body by his constant travels to the Cape. Try as he might it is said the man simply cannot rise to the occasion. The girl has apparently complained to a relative that she is not getting any joy and this has infuriated her hubby to no end.
What is more intriguing, however, is that people are saying when Bla Thabo’s first wife, Ma- Tumelo, left, she swore that he would not be happy with his new wife.
It is said she repeatedly told friends and relatives that if she wasn’t in her rightful place, Thabo would never be a happy man. Many assumed that she meant after so many years together, she was the only one who knew how to keep the man happy, but some are starting to interpret her words in a new light.
Bacchus is not given to superstition dear reader, but do you think that MaTumelo’s words were in reference to her estranged hubby’s virility? Is it possible that a sangoma can put one’s entertainment section on pause via remote control?
Hell hath no fury indeed!

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