Notes From The Gutter
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Basiyano Bauleni: One more line
Let me add to the entry a couple of weeks ago on Basiyano Bauleni, the football lover who spent his…
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A world of thankless toil?
Some people deserve better. But the ‘better’ at times seems elusive. I was about 12 and staying in Blantyre’s Kanjedza…
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Help delayed is help denied
Trouble is on the road again in the Southern Region. Mob killings of ‘blood sucking’ suspects are enjoying an unchallenged…
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Memories of a fuel drought
Old habits die hard. And for one acquaintance, his long tamed habitof lies hadbecome a source of incessant trouble in…
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Where is Papias the Math genius?
I was in Standard Seven or so at Kanjedza Primary School in Limbe, Blantyre when Papias had just started out in…
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Where is Papias the Math genius?
I was in Standard Seven or so at Kanjedza Primary School in Limbe, Blantyre when Papias had just started out in…
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Memories of a fuel drought
Old habits die hard. And for one acquaintance, his long tamed habit of lies had become a source of incessant…
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Area 18’s one sure conclusion
I went to see a friend in Lilongwe’s Area 18 inside the week. As it is our tradition, I managed to…
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Area 18’s one sure conclusion
I went to see a friend in Lilongwe’s Area 18 inside the week. As it is our tradition, I managed…
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The power of an introduction
On his lucky day after a long spell of joblessness, a young man secures a job as bottle collector at…
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Drinking from the sewer
Not so long ago, I stopped by some roadside informal market a few hundred metres into the stretch from Area…
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Helpers in borrowed robes
Some memories are forever and not even the greatest attack of amnesia can erase or bury. Here is one: The…
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Lessons from ‘Mlamu’s’ ordeal
Five years ago when I had just relocated from Blantyre to Lilongwe, I was for a long time failing to…
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Of two rich childhood pals
One lunch hour a week ago, I sauntered out of office to have a bite. I was so knackered and…
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Do good cops still exist?
One lunchhour three weeks ago, I escorted a friend to Lingadzi (Area 18) Police Station where, a day earlier, he…
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Do good cops still exist?
O ne lunchhour three weeks ago, I escorted a friend to Lingadzi (Area 18) Police Station where, a day earlier,…
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Do good cops still exist?
One lunchhour three weeks ago, I escorted a friend to Lingadzi (Area 18) Police Station where, a day earlier, he…
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In the name of culture
Respectable Republicans, are we not regrettably passing some unhelpful cultures from one generation to the other? Inside the week,…
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Staring at looming disaster
Good People, there is a growing concern that will soon, if it has not already, shoot out of proportion; the…
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Out of a teary fortnight
We are just coming out of a sorry fortnight in which death hovered over our heads like an uncompromising…
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