President Mugabe who of late has become synonymous with swag with the launch of his clothing label “House of Gushungo” said:
“We are concerned with the behaviour of our ministers. Some time ago, there was a minister, not from Zanu-PF though, who was caught with a girlfriend somewhere in Kadoma.
“However, this is not to say that our own Zanu-PF ministers do not engage in similar behaviour,” the President told a gathering at the wedding of his niece last week.

“In Zimbabwe, we have so many men who have many girlfriends, even several of my ministers,” he said.
“I even know the names of some of their girlfriends. That is not good at all. When you have ministers saying: ‘I want to drive myself’, yet we gave them drivers. Let us stop such practices to avoid divorces,” he said.
This reminds me of two sad stories. One of a girl who in her late teenage years had a boyfriend in her age group, they had just finished Ordinary Level studies. The two would meet in town (this was before the cellphone era) and go about eating ice cream, watching movies and even discussing the latest music videos that were showing on television. Their relationship was hardly physical the only physical contact would be a hug and a clumsy juicy kiss when they were saying their goodbyes.

However, one day the girl was crossing the traffic intersection and there a slick  BMW 3 series Dolphin passed by (it was the car of the era then) playing music that she loved so much.
“Girl you are
Close to me you’re like my mother
Close to me you’re like my father
Close to me you’re like my sister
Close to me you’re like my brother

You are the only one my everything and for you this song I sing
And all my life . . .” K ci and Jojo All my life 1997.
The driver saw the girl singing along to his music and that was the sugar daddy’s call because it was clear to him the girl liked his style. Honestly guys if you see a girl admiring your style what are the chances that she digs you?

The driver stopped and approached the girl who was overwhelmed. The man offered to take her home, at least to the shops nearest to her house because umdala wayebaba!( the father was a no nonsense man).
The car was just irresistible and she jumped in without even thinking twice. When she was dropped off she got her first taste of the sugar daddy sweets — given money that was enough to buy her clothes and told that it was for her to use to get into town on a particular day to meet the man. The rest we all know is that the girl graduated from the “blazer boy” to the “working class” and finally to the “owner of the company” she changed older men like she was going somewhere. Hence she became a slave to the system even now she can’t escape but has to stay relevant competing with younger girls — the only difference is that she is now a  home-wrecker whose lucky charms are taken from a sangoma and numerous prophets. Call her Jezebel.

The second story is about a brilliant girl who could easily have got a book prize on completing her honours degree. However, she barely went past second year as that old timer who used to pamper her with gifts decided to buy her a car on condition that she drops out of college and becomes his second wife.
This she did but now her peers have finished school and they can afford to buy their own cars and she has been driving the same car since dropping out of college. After years of torment and threats from the guy’s first wife and occasional beatings from the jealous old timer, reality has settled in but she is trapped. Worse still the old timer has hit hard times and is threatening to sell the now old car he bought her to try and recapitalise his business. She has a baby and is trapped. If only she had ignored the sugar daddy movement. When she got involved she did not ponder on the chances that her old husband might perhaps be an old flame of her mother’s from her youth.

I feel sorry for these two girls because they became victims of the sugar daddy and Jezebel movement that President Mugabe and I are against.
A friend who happens to be the editor-in-chief of City Press in South Africa Ferial Haffajee, appeared on South African television this week giving an insight into the sugar daddy syndrome. If you have a sugar daddy then you are a sugar baby.

In the show Haffajee dwelt on the sugar daddy relationships becoming a big contributor in fuelling the HIV/AIDS epidemic on the African continent at large.
But how high is the price and how low are women willing to go for them?
Khanyi Mbau, a very popular sugar baby in South Africa who was married to a man well into his 50s when she was 19 rose to social recognition because of her links to her old hubby who could just buy her a new car as if he was buying a new pair of Levi jeans.

Some girls want that life, they dream about it like, Kobe Bryant dreaming about surpassing Michael Jordan’s NBA record or even more than I wish to write a cover story for TIME magazine one-day. Getting a cool sugar daddy is like the Mecca for the “WHO!” girls (those that define life in terms of how many bags they have, how many Prada shoes they have etc). But people is this worth it?
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