I wandered to town inside the week and smelt a sense of panic among mobile phone users. Actually, the requirement for mobile phone owners to queue at service centres for verification of their sim cards is one reason I am not ashamed to brand the country’s service organisations as lame in thought. This mass verification comes…

I wandered to town inside the week and smelt a sense of panic among mobile phone users. Actually, the requirement for mobile phone owners to queue at service centres for verification of their sim cards is one reason I am not ashamed to brand the country’s service organisations as lame in thought. This mass verification comes…

I t was a Sunday, July 9 2007.The pleasant bright afternoon sunshine was perhaps sufficient insignia that the gods of music had nodded at the coming to Malawi of the highly acclaimed king of South African jazz, the late Hugh Masekela. At the venue, the Blantyre Sports Club, the lawns were lush and invitingly waiting…

S ometimes the world is just as big as where it takes you. Recently, it took me to the extents of a hospital ward. For two painful weeks,I frequented a public referral hospital, joining family in taking care of a loved one. May the soul of this loved one rest in peace. Beyond the loss…

Let me add to the entry a couple of weeks ago on Basiyano Bauleni, the football lover who spent his all to run his Bauns United in Blantyre’s Kanjedza Township. He was a soccer lover extraordinaire. We fondly called him ‘Abau.’ At one time, counting down to a crucial cup game, Abau had us camp…

Let me add to the entry a couple of weeks ago on Basiyano Bauleni, the football lover who spent his all to run his Bauns United in Blantyre’s Kanjedza Township. He was a soccer lover extraordinaire. We fondly called him ‘Abau.’ At one time, counting down to a crucial cup game, Abau had us camp…

Some people deserve better. But the ‘better’ at times seems elusive. I was about 12 and staying in Blantyre’s Kanjedza Township when I grew serious interest in soccer. Kanjedza was a mini Brazil, with soccer a strong religion. Kanjedza Primary School ground was the ‘Wembley’ of that time. Every weekend, youth teams from within Kanjedza…

Trouble is on the road again in the Southern Region. Mob killings of ‘blood sucking’ suspects are enjoying an unchallenged sprout, and I’m not surprised! By Tuesday, just in a space of under a week, six lives had been gruesomely cut short, all at a rumour and ice-cold belief that takes strangers, for blood suckers.…

Old habits die hard. And for one acquaintance, his long tamed habitof lies hadbecome a source of incessant trouble in his marriage. For starters, let me lay the background right: More than five years ago amid a spell of dry filling stations in the country, this acquaintance made Christmas out of the ‘necessity’ to stay…

I was in Standard Seven or so at Kanjedza Primary School in Limbe, Blantyre when Papias had just started out in Standard One. But boy, Papias was a genius — a true mathematics whiz kid! Papias, a short, plump boy with perpetually unkempt hair, was in a class of his own. Imagine, just a Standard One…

I was in Standard Seven or so at Kanjedza Primary School in Limbe, Blantyre when Papias had just started out in Standard One. But boy, Papias was a genius — a true mathematics whiz kid! Papias, a short, plump boy with perpetually unkempt hair, was in a class of his own. Imagine, just a Standard One…

Old habits die hard. And for one acquaintance, his long tamed habit of lies had become a source of incessant trouble in his marriage. For starters, let me lay the background right: More than five years ago amid a spell of dry filling stations in the country, this acquaintance made Christmas out of the ‘necessity’…

I am taking a stroll in the lazy afternoon sunshine, enjoying watching my overstatedly long shadow mimic my stride. Then I meet this middle aged man carrying a big old fashioned stereo. He has a boy, about six years old, by his side. ‘Achimwene, ndithandizeni yasopo,’says the man. Startled, I askfor a repeat of what he…

I am taking a stroll in the lazy afternoon sunshine, enjoying watching my overstatedly long shadow mimic my stride. Then I meet this middle aged man carrying a big old fashioned stereo. He has a boy, about 6 years old, by his side. ‘Achimwene, ndithandizeni yasopo,’says the man. Startled, I askfor a repeat of what he…

I went to see a friend in Lilongwe’s Area 18 inside the week. As it is our tradition, I managed to walk into the friend’s compound with ‘something’ to cheer him with. It was a 20 litre gallon of water, and oh boy, we had a good dose of laughter! As friends, we joked about the…