A few weekends ago, I strolled out of my nest to see a barber at Chigoneka’s small market square in Lilongwe’s Area 47 Sector 2. As usual I went full throttle, mocking the barber about his team’s misery on the local football scene. As the hairdresser paid his usually exaggerated attention to my intermittent hair, a…

We sat around a plate of roasted meat, wooden toothpicks in hand, listening to a friend narrate how a robber, a few days prior,had jumped into his car at a junction in the Capital City’s Area 15. In a scuffle that then ensued inside the vehicle, the car owner was lucky not to get sliced…

O ne afternoon last week, a good friend found himself in Lilongwe’s Area 15 sorting out personal business. Driving out of the location, the veteran Capital City resident had no idea what was in store for him that day. On the front passenger seat was a new phone a brother had sent him from far…

Not so many weekends ago, I left home for the supermarket. As soon as joined the main road, I noticed inmateslining up the street, slashers in hand, cutting the grass that had overgrown its welcome in the peripherals of the busy road. Within me, I appreciated the service that the incarcerated sinews rendered by cutting…

Malawi is one big stage for worthless drama and its people are willing actors and actresses. This is exactly why we spend so much time cartooning over things too small to merit our attention. It is therefore no wonder that since the initial release of the $200 million film, Black Panther on January 29, 2018,…

I wandered to town inside the week and smelt a sense of panic among mobile phone users. Actually, the requirement for mobile phone owners to queue at service centres for verification of their sim cards is one reason I am not ashamed to brand the country’s service organisations as lame in thought. This mass verification comes…

I wandered to town inside the week and smelt a sense of panic among mobile phone users. Actually, the requirement for mobile phone owners to queue at service centres for verification of their sim cards is one reason I am not ashamed to brand the country’s service organisations as lame in thought. This mass verification comes…

I t was a Sunday, July 9 2007.The pleasant bright afternoon sunshine was perhaps sufficient insignia that the gods of music had nodded at the coming to Malawi of the highly acclaimed king of South African jazz, the late Hugh Masekela. At the venue, the Blantyre Sports Club, the lawns were lush and invitingly waiting…

S ometimes the world is just as big as where it takes you. Recently, it took me to the extents of a hospital ward. For two painful weeks,I frequented a public referral hospital, joining family in taking care of a loved one. May the soul of this loved one rest in peace. Beyond the loss…

Let me add to the entry a couple of weeks ago on Basiyano Bauleni, the football lover who spent his all to run his Bauns United in Blantyre’s Kanjedza Township. He was a soccer lover extraordinaire. We fondly called him ‘Abau.’ At one time, counting down to a crucial cup game, Abau had us camp…

Let me add to the entry a couple of weeks ago on Basiyano Bauleni, the football lover who spent his all to run his Bauns United in Blantyre’s Kanjedza Township. He was a soccer lover extraordinaire. We fondly called him ‘Abau.’ At one time, counting down to a crucial cup game, Abau had us camp…

Some people deserve better. But the ‘better’ at times seems elusive. I was about 12 and staying in Blantyre’s Kanjedza Township when I grew serious interest in soccer. Kanjedza was a mini Brazil, with soccer a strong religion. Kanjedza Primary School ground was the ‘Wembley’ of that time. Every weekend, youth teams from within Kanjedza…

Trouble is on the road again in the Southern Region. Mob killings of ‘blood sucking’ suspects are enjoying an unchallenged sprout, and I’m not surprised! By Tuesday, just in a space of under a week, six lives had been gruesomely cut short, all at a rumour and ice-cold belief that takes strangers, for blood suckers.…

Old habits die hard. And for one acquaintance, his long tamed habitof lies hadbecome a source of incessant trouble in his marriage. For starters, let me lay the background right: More than five years ago amid a spell of dry filling stations in the country, this acquaintance made Christmas out of the ‘necessity’ to stay…

I was in Standard Seven or so at Kanjedza Primary School in Limbe, Blantyre when Papias had just started out in Standard One. But boy, Papias was a genius — a true mathematics whiz kid! Papias, a short, plump boy with perpetually unkempt hair, was in a class of his own. Imagine, just a Standard One…

I was in Standard Seven or so at Kanjedza Primary School in Limbe, Blantyre when Papias had just started out in Standard One. But boy, Papias was a genius — a true mathematics whiz kid! Papias, a short, plump boy with perpetually unkempt hair, was in a class of his own. Imagine, just a Standard One…

Old habits die hard. And for one acquaintance, his long tamed habit of lies had become a source of incessant trouble in his marriage. For starters, let me lay the background right: More than five years ago amid a spell of dry filling stations in the country, this acquaintance made Christmas out of the ‘necessity’…