Adieu 2016
2016 is gone, never to come back and we have to give thanks and praises to the good Lord for giving us yet another ‘may try’ in 2017 for he is the author of life.
Oh yes, on Saturday we bade farewell to the year in which nude video clips hogged the limelight and we came to realise that soft drink bottles can also cure ‘feelings’. We said goodbye to the year in which the Nsanje ‘hyna’— Eric Aniva—made a startling confession of having slept with 104 women and girls in a cleansing ritual called fisi.
In sports, it was a year in which our flagship football league rocked and rolled and the title chase went down to the wire and, in the intensity of the riveting battles, it found a rallying cry that spiced the game.
All good things must come to an end at some point ladies and gentlemen, and wasn’t it incredible that the champions were also known on the last day of the year in which our elite league found its soul once again and, in its lively rhythm, we explored our fantasies?
How about our Queens’ fairy-tale who, with the odds overwhelmingly stacked against them, punched above their weight to defeat giants such as South Africa, Jamaica and England enroute to finishing third at the Fast5 World Netball Series in Melbourne, Australia
And oh yes, we cannot forget the feat achieved by the hastly assembled Under-17 football team that clinched bronze at Cosafa Youth Championship in Mauritius, can we?
On a personal note, it was a sad year in which my ‘mahopu’— from tennis star Serena Williams, South African Afro-soul singer Zahara to netball star Sindi Simtowe-Msowoya—all got hitched, leaving me out in the cold. And oh yes, the visit to Sanjika Palace where I went to cover a luncheon President Peter Mutharika hosted for the Queens and as I salivated for a sumptous meal, I was offered zitheba and a few boiled Irish potatoes, probably having been mistaken for a Rasta.Uloliwe, uloliwe wayidudula, neng’esiza hah! (oh yes, the train is pushing). Glory be to God. n
