When coordinator takes expensive beer

After spending a night at a bottle store near Limbe Primary School, Chief Kazingist returned to his base in Namiyango. It was a day worth spending because, although the friend was soaked in the banking hall, his money was safe. He bought beer until the chief man of the skirt could take no more.

But the desire to visit more places did not stop there. A day later, Chief Kazingist left his base again. This time, he knew where the noise was coming from, therefore, he did not want to bother himself.

After reaching Blantyre, Chief Kazingist met two white people who wanted the direction to some hotel in other side of town. They said they were coming from Chileka Airport. After showing them the direction, the chief man of the skirt decided to visit Chileka.

He had heard about this place for some time, not only because of the airport but also the popular band based in that locality. He was also told about exciting joints and lovely people that patronise them.

After reaching Kameza Roundabout, Chief Kazingist turned left towards Chileka. When he reached a place called Chatha, a coordinator waved him down for a lift. Chief Kazingist does not like stopping anyhow, but he had no choice because the lady went inside the road.

“Where are you going?” Asked Chief Kazingist.

“To Nzirizi Pub,” she replied.

“Where is that?” Asked again Chief Kazingist.

“Let’s be moving, I will show you,” she said.

After travelling for a few minutes, they arrived at the joint. It looked quiet but lovely. Some people were eating nsima while others came to buy some packs. It was later learnt that the packs contained delicacies of some bird species.

“Can we go inside and have a chart before you proceed with your journey?” Asked the lady.

“No problem. In fact, I am just visiting places,” replied Chief Kazingist.

They went inside. Nzirizi Pub looked decent inside and Chief Kazingist settled quickly. He was also aware that the lady was not from the women’s guild, but someone who was quite familiar with the place they were. She needed beer at all cost.

“What do you take?” Chief Kazingist asked the lady.

“You can order me any kind save for the local brew,” she replied.

Chief Kazingist was worried. The prices of three brands she later mentioned were double those of the local brew he was taking. He asked himself whether it was necessary to buy someone a drink that was more expensive than his.

“Is it possible to take a cheaper one like the one I am taking?” Asked Chief Kazingist.

“I cannot and if you don’t mind, take me back where you picked me,” she screamed.

Chief Kazingist remembered a song by one of the top musicians and asked himself whether the lady had even a small bottle of a soft drink at her house.