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…

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…

Good People, there is a growing concern that will soon, if it has not already, shoot out of proportion;  the increasingly worsening levels of congestion in our cities and towns. I draw a particular instance to the afternoon of Tuesday in the Capital City as the sun was hurrying to bed, sending people rushing home…

  We are just coming out of a sorry fortnight in which death hovered over our heads like an uncompromising cloud, descending on our unsuspecting society and from there making away with lives we cherished. In this fortnight, about six people in Salawe, Rumphi drowned on their return trip from Easter celebrations. Yes, it was…

What is it in some drivers who feel holding the steering  wheel gives them an associated ability to practice punches on the roadside? My question was induced by the big-heartedness of some morally empty adults whose solution to a motor accident was nothing else but a fistfight. I was on the road from Amina Roundabout…

Respected Republicans, our nation glorifies mediocrity. Many of our endeavours run more on sympathy than logic, and that is where we all lose it. For instance, come to think hard and long about how some fellow Republicans in our cities and towns have decided to go to despicable lengths of earning a living out of…

  Respected Republicans, our nation glorifies mediocrity. Many of our endeavours run more on sympathy than logic, and that is where we all lose it. For instance, come to think hard and long about how some fellow Republicans in our cities and towns have decided to go to despicable lengths of earning a living out…

  As the sun peacefully tucks into the horizon on the dusk of a peaceful day, unnecessary drama pops on stage in the rush hour of Lilongwe’s congested roads. The setting is a junction near Lilongwe Hotel where the Chilambula and M1 roads meet. A silver Mercedes Benz pops up from the jam and overtakes…

I have had a brush with the dirty vagabonds who place nasty objects along the Lilongwe-Blantyre route, mainly between Dedza and Ntcheu, to trap unsuspecting motorists and rob them of belongings, and even life. It was around 11pm in a pitch-black night three years ago, driving from Blantyre to Lilongwe. Along Linthipe 3, and well…