Good People, we are into 2019, and with January, that hectic political promotion period again when our domains vibrate from the din of political shouts. Amid sips at bars, sermons in church, tea at restaurants or tears at burial sites, tongues wag loose and the social slate gets more than requested.  It is so easy…

I was in a supermarket with an old newsroom friend at the weekend when I got a real reminder that ‘the crazy time of the year’ is back! The shop was over-decorated with pine tree branches and decked with long strings of blinking lights. Christmas carols welled from all corners, seemingly purposively tuned to a…

Last week I met a childhood friend who dug into memories of our stay in Blantyre’s Chinyonga Township some two decades ago. We sojourned into the past, precisely around the days of plunging into some dirty dam in risky playful swim sessions. The dam was behind Shelter Club, the present day Scalla’s Café, a stone’s…

On Monday this week, I met a childhood friend who dug into memories of our stay in Blantyre’s Chinyonga Township some two decades ago. We sojourned into the past, precisely around the days of plunging into some dirty dam in risky playful swim sessions. The dam was behind Shelter Club, the present day Scalla’s Café,…

We were so uncomfortable in the hot temperature of one midday this week. The vehicle we were packed in seemed like an oven. “Koma kutentha uku kwanyanya [this heat is beyond bearable],” said one passenger. We chorused in agreement in the ‘mobile furnace’ As the discussion grew, I realised how we sometimes take precious things…

I have such deep intimacy for barbershops. Not because they twice a week, without fail, attend to my completely receded hairline, but for the host of art, convenient rendezvous and market place for ideas and stories they are! As a journalist by training, I listen to every bit of talk with consummate attention. And if you…

On an early trip from Lilongwe to Mzuzu, we got to Dowa Turn Off police check post half dizzy, enveloped in the weight of a night cut prematurely. “Chonde mabwana ndi madona; mutsikako pang’ono muponde mankhwala panjapa,” said a policeofficer by our driver’s window. It was about a requirement for all passengers to disembark and…

There’s something mystical about clothes. For most people, there is that one apparel you inexplicably fall in love with and feel like putting it on all time, every time. In that case, you and the apparel become one and the same! There was one man ‘with a good job’half a decade ago in Blantyre’s Nkolokosa…

On an early trip from Lilongwe to Mzuzu, we got to Dowa Turn Off police check post half dizzy, enveloped in the weight of a night cut prematurely. “Chonde mabwana ndi madona; mutsikako pang’ono muponde mankhwala panjapa,” said a policeman by our driver’s window. It was about a requirement for all passengers to disembark and…

I went to a wedding reception not so long ago. The air was so ecstatic! The bride and groom were dressed in the most fashionable attire one could imagine. The decoration was out of this world, transforming the venue beyond the imagination it could be in this same sprawling dusty expanses of Lilongwe. Then came…

I went to a wedding reception not so long ago. The air was so ecstatic! The bride and groom were dressed in the most fashionable attire one could imagine. The decoration was out of this world, transforming the venue beyond the imagination it could be in this same sprawling dusty expanses of Lilongwe. Then came the…

Malawi is one big stage and drama never ceases to rule. It seems some of our very homes are a platform on which serious actors and actresses are always on duty. It was mid-morning on a lazy Sunday and I was under the obligation to hunt around shops for a few things that my home…

Long road to city life

A rolling stone gathers no moss, so they say. But when the steep slopes of life guarantee you no ridge to rest on and wait for moss to gather in your palms, rolling about might help comb the valley for alternatives. It could be true with the 34-year-old master of renditions John ‘Jay Jay’ Kutsokwe…

Ladies and gentlemen, there is a musical whirlwind brewing in the Capital City and promising to spring strong onto the platform of live band performances. From Lilongwe’s CCDC residential area, a six-member band is born, answering to the name ‘City Life.’ I had heard about this phenomenon for about two months and news was the…

I went to some ‘public place’ in Lilongwe days ago. Occupied by the ongoing World Cup matches beamed live on television, I stayed at the facility long enough to want to use one of their washrooms. But with the soccer action hot and exciting, I put on hold all the calls nature made. You can just…

It was a fairly cold morning with the sun hesitantly rising from the thick horizon. I was on a trip from the dusty capital city of Lilongwe to the commercial city of Blantyre. At Area 36’s popular bus stage, Matanki, we stopped to a rush of over 15 men and women jostling for a ride…

Two days ago, I found myself among concerned parents who bemoaned an occurrence that might have tempted their ‘young sons’ in college to try a shot at alcohol. An enormously potbellied man sat in a heap on a crate that reluctantly supported his weight, opened his mouth and, through his yellowing teeth, spoke like thunder:…