Our evening at Zimatherapano was disappointing. The Black Missionary School Band came in good time, arranged and tested the music equipment before disappearing into the Madeko Village for a Rastafarian breather. As we waited for the band to play, Abiti Joyce Befu, also known as MG66, Native Authority Mandela, Sheikh Jean-Philippe SC and I sat…

Abiti Joyce Befu, also known as MG 66, decided to buy two skirts and an assortment of orange, blue, and green T-shirts and blouses curtsey of Sheikh Jean-Philippe’s largesse. Native Authority Mandela declined to get anything. Sheikh Jean-Philippe, SC, asked the only Native Authority in Malawi why he did not want to pick anything. Native…

We, meaning Native Authority Mandela, Sheikh Jean-Philippe LePoisson, SC, Abiti Joyce Befu, MG 66 and I, had to change our travel plans at the last minute. We had planned to travel from our comfortable seat at Monkey Bay to Mangochi Boma to protest the uncalled for, politically motivated  confiscation and illegal keeping of public property…

Native Authority Mandela, Sheikh Jean-Philippe LePoisson, SC, and I did not spend a lot of time at Chembe Village, also known as Cape Maclear, because, honestly speaking, there was nothing new for us to see. As people who had travelled the length and breadth of life we did not see anything appetising, tantalising, and attractive…

When the Monkey Bay afternoon heat toned down, by Monkeybian standards, the Monkeybians started milling around the town centre and going about their usual chores, eschewing a living as they have done since the colonial days, through the terrorist days of the Modern Conservative Party, the shambolic days of the Union of Democratic Foundations, the…

Sheikh Jean-Philippe Sc, ‘Mandela’ and I spent more than two hours at the Moneky Bay filling station PTC shop, drinking fantakoko. In deference to Mandela, Sheikh Jean-Philippe turned down my proposal to migrate to an open-air bottle store located a few metres from the filling station. So, we sat there drinking fantakoko. Mandela kept probing us about…

Unlike some politicians, we deliver what we promise, almost always.  Unlike some politicians when we fail to honour a promise, we apologise and give convincing reasons. Unlike some politicians, we do not specialise in lying. So, as we promised we have made it to the Republic of Mangochi, the land of the Yao, Lhomwe, Tonga,…

This is no pun. Believe it. Roselyn, Jean-Philippe, and I have been in a state of inebriation since last Thursday.  Last night, Jean-Philippe found himself in Roselyn’s room while I don’t really recall who, out of the many ever smiling Karongians, shared the bed with me.  The good news is that  the party continues until…

Thanks to the ingenuity of our resident guide, Roselyn Mwenelupembe, that indefatigable, ever smiling, and creative Karongian girl, we were able to travel to Kayerekera Uranium Mine and back to base. While Jean-Philippe and I were busy thinking about how to get airtime to call the Mzuzu office of RR Rent a Car, Roselyn was…

Roselyn, Jean-Philippe and I attempted to drive to the Kayekera Uranium mine. We did not make it.  For the first time, I saw Jean-Philippe’s face turn red like a ripe tomato from Chiradzulo.  Initially, I thought he had inhaled uranium dust.  But I learned later that all white people develop red faces when they get…

I have known Jean-Philippe since we met in Trocadero, Paris, France in 1995. But, I must confess, there is still something about him that I don’t understand.  Believe it or not, Roselyn Mwenelupembe, that ever smiling Karongian girl we met at Club Marina is our resident guide.  How Jean-Philippe convinced her to be part of…

I have known Jean-Philippe since we met in Trocadero, Paris, France in 1995. But, I must confess, there is still something about him that I don’t understand.  Believe it or not, Roselyn Mwenelupembe, that ever smiling Karongian girl we met at Club Marina is our resident guide.  How Jean-Philippe convinced her to be part of…