‘But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while were yet sinners, Christ died for us. ‘ Romans 5:8 Now that we have welcomed new year 2020, it is certainly imperative to give a thought of what we have been; and, most significantly what we will be beginning this week. Well, the year […]
After our Alcoholics Anonymous meetings on Wednesday, commonly referred to as AA amongst alcoholics whose chief aim is to manage their alcohol abuse, we decided to have our lunch just by the Karonga-Chitipa bus terminus afraid that we would miss our bus. Actually, we have been in the uranium town of Karonga for about a […]
Last Friday we did not want to coil ourselves on the couches of our homes, as has been the case for months now; but, instead, we decided to away our afternoon at Dziwazako Bar. A very unusual decision for us in recent times. Since our return from rehabilitation at Venegas, Zikomo Matope and I have […]
Despite our principles and religious doctrines being utterly dissimilar to those of the teachings of Islam, we can say without fear of being asked to retract later, that Zikomo Matope and I possibly had more fun than our pensive brothers in their white robs as far as ‘untying’ Ramadan was concerned. Thanks to Zikomo’s many […]
That we wallowed in some stern and muddy economic tunnel the just gone week is a painful reality Zikomo Matope and I have humbly agreed to accept. Times have been hard. Very hard. In fact, since Zikomo’s release from prison, we have been surviving on a small loan which I got from one of the […]
Thanks to some witty guy at around Area 18A of our dusty capital Lilongwe, one can hammer Carlsberg greens or specials at half a thousand kwacha while waiting for their order of roasted pork. And, by sheer luck, my good friend Zikomo Matope and I found ourselves coiled to the spot. Now, Pa Willie – […]
My good friend Zikomo Matope, thanks heavens, is finally out of the country’s capital offenders’ den – Maula Prison. Exactly at 2:10 in the afternoon last Friday, he walked out of the cage looking as undisturbed as he had entered and so the light. Not much had changed about him. Same physique. Same chubby cheeks. […]
Floored with sachet liquor at one of the shacks-cum-pubs along the Devil Street in Luwinga aka Mzuzu last Friday, Diehard Pakwawo – my new friend in town – confessed that things aren’t fine in the country. Of course, I couldn’t agree less. But it will be absolute injustice to say that under the leadership of […]
Last weekend was like no other. I was lost in the splendour of Blantyre night life – drinking from the beer holes of Mount Soche’s Sportsman’s Bar, Masters, Lunzu and Ndirande. I was away from Mzuzu – Villa Kagwentha, Paris, and Sports Café – and from the sharper-than-lead guitar voice of Diehard Pakwawo. It was […]
My good friend Zikomo Matope is in jail – imprisoned with hard labour at some maximum security prison in Malawi’s eastern city of Zomba in connection to the cash-gate scandal at the capital that will remain in the annals of Malawi’s history as Masiteni’s great ‘achievement.’ You see, had it not been for Diehard Pakwawo […]
Thanks heavens my very good friend Zikomo Matope is back on his feet after being bedridden for over a week. Only God knows what could have become of his family had fate decided otherwise. My friend doesn’t believe in saving, nor does he like the idea of investing. “Why invest?” he queried in one of […]
I wasn’t able to write last week’s entry. My good friend Zikomo Matope was seriously ill. It was bad. The cheerful and charismatic Zikomo I know was reduced to a nonentity. He spoke little. He purged. He coughed. He vomited. His wife, Tiyamike, whom he always refers to as MG1 during our beerscapades couldn’t do […]
We were at Villa Kagwentha last Saturday womanising, chilling and imbibing as usaual. Zikomo Matope, who has been complaining of financial problems for sometime now, says things are getting better. His salary isn’t hiked. He is the same Zikomo I know. But he told me repeatedly last Saturday that things are getting better. “What do […]
Whoever said habit is a shirt made of iron must have had my good friend Zikomo Matope in mind. Having recently announced that he was trimming the number of his concubines whom he calls ‘wife assistants’ from five to only one due to what he termed economic constraints, the man could not live up to […]
I was busy preparing my early lunch at home when I heard the landlord’s son talking to someone just outside my quarters. “Is this the house of Mr. Divaluweshoni?” The voice sounded so familiar that I went to the front door to quench my curiosity, inwardly praying that it shouldn’t be Tholo, the barman, coming after his […]
There wasn’t great merry-making last Friday. Beer has become dangerously expensive, and, like maize, the prices of our favourite drinks are subject to change from time to time, depending on the mood of our esteemed pub owners each and every day. And it wasn’t Sports Cafe last Friday. It was at Mu China’s place that […]
My good friend Zikomo Matope woke me up with a call at around 11: 00 pm last Friday, saying he was in the hands of the police. “Police?” I asked. “What charges?” Unfortunately–to my immeasurable disappointment–Zikomo hang up. I cursed, first of all, the network service providers for their persistent backwardness when their tariffs get […]
Last Friday, at 12 o’clock midnight my good friend Zikomo Matope and I, ‘2012 Midnight 2 of the Year Award’ recipients, were still perched on the stools beside the mahogany counter at the mighty Sports Cafe in Mzuzu. Just as other revered patriotic citizens of this country would do, we asked our beloved and duty-conscious barman, Tholo, to lower the […]