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…

On his lucky day after a long spell of joblessness, a young man secures a job as bottle collector at a bottle store. He is so happy he is willing to defend employment with whatever it takes. On reporting, he joins a few other guys hired as security personnel. Together they form a formidable team…

Not so long ago, I stopped by some roadside informal market a few hundred metres into the stretch from Area 18 Roundabout towards the new stadium in the capital city. The illegal and unceremonious marketplace is growing and manages to host fish mongers, terrazzo merchants, fruit vendors and traders of carpentry and poultry products. How…

Some memories are forever and not even the greatest attack of amnesia can erase or bury. Here is one: The place was a busy public square that houses a drinking joint on the second floor of a shabbily erected building in the capital city. The mission was to pick a friend. The necessity of making…

One lunch hour a week ago, I sauntered out of office to have a bite. I was so knackered and hungry that when I got to one of my usual restaurants, I quickly made myself comfortable and ordered my favourite mgaiwa with beans, plus some sun-dried usipa. As soon as the ‘stock’ had landed on…

One lunchhour three weeks ago, I escorted a friend to Lingadzi (Area 18) Police Station where, a day earlier, he had reported a house tenancy gone bad. My friend was dead sceptical about how fair the proceedings would go because the landlord we were to meet had bragged about having ‘close acquaintances’ at the police…

O ne lunchhour three weeks ago, I escorted a friend to Lingadzi (Area 18) Police Station where, a day earlier, he had reported a house tenancy gone bad. My friend was dead sceptical about how fair the proceedings would go because the landlord we were to meet had bragged about having ‘close acquaintances’ at the…

One lunchhour three weeks ago, I escorted a friend to Lingadzi (Area 18) Police Station where, a day earlier, he had reported a house tenancy gone bad. My friend was dead sceptical about how fair the proceedings would go because the landlord we were to meet had bragged about having ‘close acquaintances’ at the police…

  Respectable Republicans, are we not regrettably passing some unhelpful cultures from one generation to the other? Inside the week, I attended a funeral in the outskirts of the Capital City. A long-time friend was burying an aunt. The deceased’s house being a few metres away from a busy road, traffic kept darting past for…