My best friend in the gutter is an unchained mind. We often sit by his veranda discussing matters as they pop from both our heads and his small radio receiver. This day, his hunt among a forest of radio stations landed him a dial on which some presenter was justifying an oncoming entertainment event…

  The village head’s compound fell dead silent. And as he always does when up in his fiery temper as his court sits, the village head stood up from his chair and cracked his walking stick against the hard and cracking ground. He paused somewhere along his speech to sweep through the audience with his…

  Republicans, it is again that time of the year when temperatures drop and prices of warm clothing shoot up like rockets. Chilly mornings slow down the desire for employed Republicans to jump out of their mounds of beddings to go to work early. On this chilly Saturday morning, I was up early and on…

  Our crowded market square in the outskirts of the city was hosting another busy lunch hour activity. From the veranda of one shop, we looked out into the world in front of us. Kanteya, the old shoemaker, was tucked into his seat by the corner, busy stitching leather. In no time, as expected every…

  I had spent so long a time by the road I was now afraid some publicity-hungry cell phone company would mistake me for an advertising pole. My knees were growing weaker from the malady I was carrying and I had nearly resorted to sitting down by the kerb when a tricycle wheeled by. ‘Yes…

  The sun eased into the yellow horizon, retiring from a long day of baking the life underneath it. My tasks in Blantyre were done and I was by Chileka Roundabout, lost in doubt after hours of waiting in vain for a lift to the Capital City. Everyone minded their own business, until there stopped…

I have special memories of ‘Kanengo’. You see, Kanengo the place slothfully lies on the outskirts of the Capital City along the Lilongwe Kasungu Road and today one could easily cruise past it without any serious regard. But during its chorus )and that high has been elusive recently), Kanengo got the Capital flowing with cash.…

  For over two decades, that old shoemaker in our ghetto has maintained a strong love for tea. All shop owners and other regulars around his ‘shoe surgery’ know of his undying adoration of the beverage. The tea comes in a big green metallic cup that once had a green inside. But regular use has…

Of harvest and suicidal forgetfulness

  It is again harvest time and as usual, some Malawians are back to proving they have goldfish memories—they exhibit forgetfulness of the highest order. Look here, last week I visited a friend and all along the ghetto’s winding road to his shack, I saw men, women and children staggering under sacks of maize fresh…

Republicans, I first saw this surviving acoustic music dinosaur play some two decades ago in a tiny, congested space between Limbe’s market and Chibuku Tavern. By then, Limbe and surrounding areas were no strangers to ‘play for a coin’ artists of the then Gides’ type. Every day was awash with funnily dressed solo artists or…

A third successive day passed with none of us spotting Magobo around the ghetto. We were getting worried. His whereabouts were already the subject of the matter at that day’s rendezvous, the ghetto’s most popular barbershop. “Ameneyutu asakhale atagwidwa kubwalo la Mfumu,” joked Namate, a barber always well informed, even of the nitty-gritties from children’s…

  The sun eased into the yellow horizon, retiring from a long day of baking the life underneath it. My tasks in Blantyre were done and I was by Chileka Roundabout, lost in doubt after hours of waiting in vain for a lift to the Capital City. Everyone minded their own business, until there stopped…

  We all have stories. But not everyone tells theirs the same. Sometimes the ones that tell theirs better end up selling their perspectives as the best that ever happened. Kanteya is fairly old guy who is just as wonderful a book of stories as he is an adroit shoe maker. I love his perspective…

Falling is not a big deal, at least in a ghetto where many people walk around burdened by socioeconomic hardships. The world spins too fast for the ghetto dweller and something or someone falling is a daily occurrence. The Kwacha is always falling against other currencies. Companies have fallen and closed, leaving thousands jobless. Our…

We all make choices and, sometimes, we just must make them hard. Local hip hop’s big name Gwamba made his a few weeks ago. He sailed from the shores of ‘ordinary’ music to the gospel realm. And true to the largesse of the move, the gravel on which hip hop stands on caught a vibration.…

  Republicans, why do we usually think so lowly of ourselves to the detriment of our personal or national growth? Look here, if we are not begging for maize on the world stage, we are busy thinking of other nations as the ones with the prime hand in the development of our nation. I have…

This country is one funny pot where people walk and think with their tongues. You can watch them wander about life like excited ions, pouncing at gossip like a starving lion jumping at a tired gazelle. I don’t blame the people that much though. Perhaps they mostly have nothing better to do. You see, even…