“HAVE WE BECOME ANOTHER SWAZILAND”

Culture in African circles is thought to be a crucial part to ones up bringing as it entails a lot of things regarded good by elders within society. However when morals are thrown to dogs’ culture starts to stink sinking deep in a septic tank of ridicule.
Recently the Mlakho wa Alomwe cultural grouping organized their yearly cultural fest where this year a new product was showcased. Much as culture is versatile and that we need to accept our uniqueness, I was rather taken aback when amongst the parading dances and groups were these girls of the ages of 13 – 20yrs wriggling their erotic waists and shaking their fresh naked pointed breasts in different directions. however not concerned with the waist wriggling or the fluffy or pointed breast rather it’s the fact that these fests are attended by many people including children who may find these scenes a little uncomfortable. Imagine these girls were parading their naked top to everyone including the head of state who was present, maybe they were in a way advertising their products who knows what happened to some of those later that night. Watching such scenes from the public broadcaster MBCTV with the able and artistic hands and eyes of their cameramen one could evidently see some of these girls giving it there all in this October basking sunlight unknowingly of the fact that some camera man is doing what he gets paid for so that some of us critical minds can have something to look at. One fact that cannot be ruled out is that where there is a crowd a lot of things are bound to happen and am certain that some of these girls were re-payed of their sweat in the gone afternoon by some generous men.
Remember some months ago when demonstrations had reached their peak, other people were of the view that people get violent because they don’t know what to do after say handing over their sentiments to the DCs just like that case so is our issue here, a lot of people attended but they were not told what to do afterwards hence a lot happened through that night coupled with the naked breasted ladies that might have excited the lobido of some.
This flashing of breasts by young girls has been neglected for such a long time and mostly exploited by the Chewas, Ngonis, and now the lomwes have come in. This to some extent is an insult to these girls who are forced to show their inner beings in the name of culture.
But look at the age of these girls, what do you hold and think for their future?
Would you think such girls would have aspirations of making it big in life?
What sort of future queens are we preparing?
Maybe after crippling our economy, human rights to the Zim-Way, transforming our peaceful flag to match the transitional Libya one worse still to supplement the Kenyan one, defiantly gracing dic-tators we have thought that our culture needs upgrading too. Have we maybe become another Swaziland where such scenes are part of their rotten chauvinistic culture?
These girls have a voice even if it maybe husky but the bottom line remains that Malawi to quote some of the leaders is a God fearing nation and culturally endowed therefore these naked young girls showing people their fluffy stinking breasts should not be part of our upbringing if we want to have citizens (girls) that will meaningfully participate in the development of the nation in the coming years.
We can do better in promoting our culture than promoting and advertising fluffy pointed breasts.
Just another thought!

UMVE AT SANA SHOP

Being a month-end when public transport usually gets hectic and pockets are usually full, I thought hitting the road so that I trekked down town to do some window shopping and probably get one or two of these famous counterfeit NBA vests. With this unplanned climatically summer scorching most people opt to wear something a little lighter hence seeing a lot of vests, shorts, in this bus but something caught my mind. It was the passenger next to me that attracted my attention; this guy wearing some good shorts and a vest totally shut from the sounds of the bus with his blasting iPod music whilst face booking. Wow!, how technology has taken the better part of us, however it is probably not his music nor the appearance rather it’s the creamy disgusting white unshaven armpit…real jungle. However for this guy he finds keeping this jungle and yet wearing shot sleeved arm open clothes, I mean this is disgusting and it really demeans ones thought of thinking in terms of bodily cleanliness. Face this if the armpits have such a jungle what more….errrrrr….the real deal u know that which am referring to…the head of course.
This is just one of the very many unhygienic elements that are septic in most people, you find for example you go into an office of probably a senior officer and yet they are smelling like hell yet its 8:00am
Does it mean that they can’t afford to buy a deodorant?
Maybe they don’t think they are smelling that bad?
Else they don’t give a shit bout their body?
It was when something along this line hit my mind, unhygienic life threatening behavior at the SANA shop. It is unbelievable and disgusting to know that once this sugar pack bursts these guys at the close of business they gather this sugar thrown on the floor and re-package it.
Yes…akataiika sugar, amawolera mumajumbo ndikukapakilanso mu ma packet ena………………………
This is one of the very many unhygienic issues that the authorities let it be the Malawi Bureau of Standards or government need to come in handy to address the situation otherwise we are sitting on a time bomb of unhealthy products.
Sugar akataika, wataika sitiola more over pa floor poti amakolopa daily……disgusting.
Just another boiling thought!

A TRAFFIC ALI NGATI MASKINI

Peak ours are usually characterized with experiences which sometimes leave you in disbelief but also bursts of laughter, all in all travelling through the highways is a lot of fun. On this Wednesday morning I embarked on my morning destination, what caught my mind as I rolled through the highway was the strange unavailability and short queues, two things were certain , I was either too early or too late to trace the long snails of cars. I opted for a much shorter route to my destination which was usually not congested with traffic police officers. For sometimes they say fate is one thing which you cant run away from and true to the sentiments a green reflector from about 15m reflected my sight, I knew I had no choice but to soldier on though one thing hit my mind; my drivers license. Stories have been told of this ruthless female traffic officer who is stationed at the Area 18 Lingadzi police station coupled with her corrupt psych, but I did not want to be swayed with such cheap propaganda which can sometimes be over rated. “mwadzuka bwanji bwana, [morning Sir]” she greeted me “Bwino kaya inu madam,[good madam]”, I respectfully responded since I was to explain my story. She paced round my beautiful Polo making sure that the tires are in good condition, this reminded me of an experience at the Namitete Police roadblock where after inspecting the minibus we were in the officer on duty was not satisfied as he further probed the driver if parking lights, backlights were in operation a duty which is usually conducted by the Traffic directorate officers. Upon realizing that the officer just wanted a little penny, the driver got out and ‘talked to this fruitcake where I saw with my two naked eyes this officer pocketing or say being bribed with a k500 note, “mugulire ma unit’s bwana, [buy some airtime Sir]” said the driver. Eventually we continued with our journey talking and laughing at this altitude that is deep rooted in most of these officers. I was shaken and waken from my morning slumber when she reached for my window “tione nawo licence, [can I see your licence]” she requested, knowing of my fate and my loss of morning memory I just frankly responded to her “ndaiiwala madam ndimathamangila ku chipatala,[I forgot it home, for I was rushing to the hospital] ”. This was when I realized that I had stepped on the angels toes, she requested me to alight the car and hand over the keys…”takugwirani bwana (we have detained you sir), she retorted. I didn’t want fight or make a case out of this I just remained mum, as she awaited me to handover the car keys. I parked onto the other side awaiting my turn to fill the pinch of this traffic officer. As she approached the car I stepped out to engage in a conversation of which she seemed unconcerned with, upon requesting for the charge to my offence she bloated a k15, 500 figure of which I protested and asked if she could help “ndilibe ndalama yonseyo madam, [I don’t have that huge sum of money]” I complained to her “ndiye uli ndi zingati,[So ,how much do you have]” she queried, this was when I relized that it was not going to be as tough as I had thought. I went by the car side and offered her to get into the car so that we could discuss business…you know this sort of dealing is serious business that needs caution a thing she obliged. Whilst in the car I flashed a K500 note of which she refused and threatened “kapena tingopita ku station mukalipile konko, [maybe I should just refer your case to the station office where you can be charged]”, I apparently knew that this was an easy task then I added another K500 note, folded it my hands and gave it to her, though she received the money but she kept on insisting that it was little. I reached for my ignition and proceeded, with full knowledge that I had just lost or say donated a K1000 note which could suffice a few alcohol drinks later on that Wednesday night. This is just one of the many experiences that most drivers meet on our road where traffic officers a mostly likened to as street beggars because of there begging altitude. It is an insult for these officers to continuously beg like they are not working and yet they are on duty working for their hard earned money. A certain business man once narrated a story of one traffic officer at the Chikangawa boarder who after inspecting the bus never found anything and instead he plainly requested for some little penny from this driver, in turn the driver offered him a K50 note of which the officer received. For what good would such a note do a being like him because even kids these days don’t value this note as money to buy something worth while. All in all it must be noted that whilst the traffic police officers on the roads are doing a great job in making sure that regulations are followed on the roads but this begging circus has gone worse and apparently there is nothing their bosses can do since they share such proceeds in their working teams no wonder other people have sarcastically said that “a traffic ali ngati maskini, ndalama iliyonse amalandila olo itakhala K50…nyasiii, [traffic officers are just like street beggars who can never refuse any single penny not even as little as a k50….sic]” Common thoughts from my boiling cauldron of trash

OF BLACKMARKET PRESIDENT PHOTOS & FUEL VENDING

With blackouts, forex shortage, persistent problems, lies, l-ii-eeeesssss…… being the common order and a daily dose of course under the so called wise and dynamic leadership of errr…… yes thee man, coupled with the erratic supplies of fuel I reached for the famed Biwi black market with the hope of buying just maybe a 10l which would suffice for the remaining time left on the completion of my multi-million mansion project since it has become the common blue fantasy. As usual such dealings are often conducted with utmost care and conscious considering that you never know who you are dealing with but one thing that for sure cannot be detested is that fuel black market missions are no longer illegal with experiences and the travels I have embarked in search for this ripen virgin. I managed to source my 10l gallon and yet there was a stringent of cars in this garage turned economic rendezvous for the clever ones, most of these cars were bearing government registrations to personal socials number plates all in search for this commodity, so when I had heard earlier on in one of the radio networks that the Law enforcers had arrested a few nincompoops who were selling the commodity and had 40l or so in stock, I just laughed my skinny ass…and murmured a few sentiments little did I know that my murmuring was loud enough to attract some laughter from some close folks. It is laughable if police are to arrest fuel black market mafias because if they cannot arrest big kahunas sending boys to queue and buy gallons and gallons of fuel which is later being sold at twice the price and yet they too don’t have vending licences. Just yesterday I saw a government vehicle bearing a government registration buying a few 5ls of fuel with nothing to worry about and the scenes are just synonymous almost everywhere in Lilongwe. Within the M1 road you often times find men that usually seat by the road side or close to bus stages like they are awaiting for transport and yet the story is different, since they already did some good advertisement with drivers that often ply on these roads who in turn alert other drivers of such hot spots it becomes easy for their business and most of the law enforcers know of such places not to say of the places within our locations. It was then that we listened to the news that some 16yr old lad in Zomba has been arrested for possessing a photo bearing the face of the president however nicely dressed in a dreadlock just like rastaman in a chant Babylon mood and according to one PR officer the boy was arrested and will be soon be charged…..i don’t know the charge based on the offense if at all if falls within the constitution. In South Africa, a big photo of the then president Nelson Mandela was once designed and decorated with a dreadlock at the time he was in power, satirical cartoons have extensively published some works which are sometimes questioned even Obama himself during his first days in office had photos circulating with him portrayed in different hair cuts but all these NEVER arrested or detained any being this is why am surprised that its only in Malawi where such things happen, remember no president has ever ditched the party that sponsored him/her to power soon after the election, no public university has been closed for 9months the mediocre is just an endless litany but here in Malawi its happening. The Police must know that with the latest innovation in technology and design it’s very easy to design and redesign people whether arrogant or ignorant, rich or poor to fit their need. With these days of design programs amongst them Photoshop one can easily transform or maybe lets say distort a ‘normal ‘photo to a form of their liking…….its just creativity and application of the knowledge gained and learnt. I am however yet to know what charge has been laid on this boy. But one thing for sure is that these photos depicting the president or whatever individual are in full circulation and almost a lot many have seen many of such, for example Nyasatimes runs satirical columns which are sometimes escorted with photos of the so called top guys however after redesigned to suit a particular story and what would stop an inquisitive mind from not downloading the photo after perhaps having read the satire with the hope os sharing it to friends and maybe crack one or two jokes at how such individuals are portrayed in Photoshop era . This reminds me of some clip which buzzed most gadgets some months ago where another creative soul recorded and portrayed himself as the big man with so much humor addressing so many issues…it too was a good 8minute laughable clip which could warrant an arrest but has their been one…? Your guess is as good as mine, these are issues that sometimes leave a lot to be desired because of the double standard altitudes but also due to some overzealous enforcers with the hunger for promotion as we mostly forced to believe. All in all, it’s only in Malawi where illegal trends tend to slide legal with the taste of time and circumstances; however one sad issue still lies with our police which can sometimes be a nuisance and thorn in a budding fresh because of how they react to incidences. With this intimidation and silence slowly taking root we shouldn’t be surprised when one day under the wise and dynamic leadership the police will start searching through phones and laptops anywhere and at any point in time. Otherwise as I write I know Gaddafi is freely resting with his dead friends the likes of Savimbi, Osama, Kabila…..and so many that thought arrogance is the order of a perfect and successful ruling. Just another thought!

A DEVIL CALLED ICT REGULATORY MANAGEMENT SYSTEM (The spy machine)

Recently the Malawi technological boom has been cocooned in a web of an innovation that is supposed to improve the monitoring and improving quality but also regulate phone services as well as the internet services. This is one of those things worth commending considering that we are the first within the SADC region to have such a system….yes Malawi it is. It must be noted that this regulatory management once implemented wont spare anyone not even the president himself, I rather don’t subscribe to assertions made the other day by one official from Macra who in an interview with the local media claimed that the tool does not have any output port or connected device. For any working system its essential that there is input, some form of processing and then an output in whatever desired form and such systems usually have input and output points therefore it’s a none starter for this official to feed the nation with such crap. I for one am not against the introduction and implementation of such a system to our technological buzz neither do I detest that there are some rotten immoral motives behind this system. I just like many that keep expressing their minds do believe that this system will likely infringe on the privacy of subscribers connected to the different networks and systems as conversations (phone calls) and messages (e-mails, text messages) are likely to be eavesdropped. It must be noted that not all those trained and with the technical know how to operate this system are operate in good faith. Just as the regulatory body is vehemently working for the implementation of this system other people are also working on a list of who to and not to keep a close eye on……you know a taste of their own medicine. I foresee a lot of persecution, sedition all under the pretext of regulation. But this technology too has got its other side that if not careful can be detrimental, let me remind you of a few trends gone by. Do you remember that leaked clip some years back in which the current sitting president was in conversation with Gustav Kaliwo the then ACB chief telling him to shake them up… (who ever they were I don’t know)? Do you remember the leaked pornographic material implicating one Mr. Nkungula and the wife of one renowned lawyer? Just recently, the Prof. peter Mutharika one which apparently cost some journalist his job The list is just endless of some of the se leaked conversation that most people have which if can be leaked would seriously land one in Maula. No one not even the government can run away from the fact there is a lot of leaked conversations, messages and if this was apparent when there was no the so called CIRSM devil, what would happen if it gets implemented? But wait a minute….. Why is it that most of the unpopular things in Malawi are vehemently backed up? Why does government cling to issues that are not wanted and welcome by their very citizens? Just like the flag change, rabid policies in parliament (injunction, police bill), executive arrogance, this too (the regulatory system) will be pushed and pushed though its viewed to be a thorn in our technological flesh for many, remember the case of some famous news paper in the UK facing serious allegations for tapping through peoples conversations and later on publishing such…..could it be a similar case here in Malawi when we will one day wake reading peoples tapped conversations in some of these dubious newspapers flocking our streets? This CRSM is a mercenary that needs to be dealt with forthwith, nobody would fleely send mails, texts and make phone calls for fear of the so called monitoring and regulation, but these officials must know that there are one or two cunning and inquisitive boys who would want to know what their own boss right there at Macra are up to even these big fish within high ranking offices maybe even the president so long they subscribe to the local networks…..I cant wait for such leaks under the wise and dynamic leadership of the most high. Much as we are living in a global village where technology is the order of the day we must also be weary of some of the benefits and implications of introducing such systems but also looking at the timing. Just another boiling thought!

Arterial Malawi inauguration ‘timely’

The Arterial Network Malawi chapter becomes the 28th to be established across the continent. The event was held at the Public Affairs auditorium in Lilongwe attracting a cross-section of patronage from musicians, film makers, writers, dramatists, visual artists, designers and poets amongst the very many.
Flying under the theme ‘Advocacy for the Vibrant Development of our Creative Industries’ the launch tackled leadership in the creative sector, history of the Arterial Network and its objectives. An over view of the organization was delivered in a ten minute presentation by the Deputy Secretary General for the Arterial Network Secretariat, Carol Karemera.
According to Karemera, members of the network will largely benefit from this network through the advocacy element which is integral to creating conducive policies for the industry, cultural exchange programs, capacity building publications and workshop for varying disciplines of the arts but also recognition of being amongst the cream of African artistes.
Arterial Network compiles and distributes monthly newsletters in English and French sharing news relevant to Africa’s creative sector and is in the pipeline of establishing another publication in Portuguese, it has spawned arts journalists and festival networks, it has previously held 10-day “winter schools” training activists from member countries in building sustainable artists’ networks, all of which the local chapters are bound to benefit from.
During the launch, Serman Chavula, Zilanie Gondwe Nyundo, Thom Chibambo, Q. Malewezi, Sally Nyundo, Susan Banda, Joyce Mhango and Waliko Makhala were elected into the national steering committee to oversee the activities of the newly launched chapter for the coming period.
The launch was graced by the Deputy Director of Culture Bernard Kwilimbe, who in his keynote speech articulated on the status and progress of Malawi’s cultural policy which is yet to be adopted by the Malawi government. Other presenters during the launch were Ben Canavan the Public Affairs Officer for the American Embassy; Lizzie Chikoti a statistician from National Statistics Office who gave a report on the survey conducted regarding Malawi creative economy and Chris Magomero from UNESCO National Commission.
Arterial Network is a continental network of artists, cultural activists, arts NGOs, and others committed to developing African music, dance, theatre, literature and visual arts as a means to contribute to democracy, human rights and development in Africa.
The committee met in camera later in the day to select its leadership who are now led by Zilanie Gondwe Nyundo as chairperson, Thom Chibambo as vice chairperson, Serman Chavula is the treasurer and Susan Kamkosi Banda is secretary.
Chavula who is a previous director of the Copyright Society of Malawi (COSOMA) and is currently country representative for South and Eastern Africa Copyright Network (Seaconet) hailed the establishment of the national chapter as “timely and propitious for the arts and culture sector to have a voice to champion its concerns. Always we are told that unless you cry out loud, no one, not the leaders nor society will know that you exist or that you are willing to make positive contributions to society.”
The Arterial inauguration attracted a patronage of close to seventy and is heralded as a timely launch by creative community leaders and organizations.

“CIVIL SOCIETY ORGANISATIONS NOT SELL OUTS”

In yet another sheer caricature of events, representatives from a pool of Civil society organizations (CSOs) and faith based organizations on Thursday organized a media briefing voicing out concerns regarding political, social-economic issues rocking the nation. This comes against the background of the petition delivered on the 20th July in which the CSOs allegedly petitioned the President on a number of issues with governance and human rights issues amongst them.
The CSOs expressed a litany of concerns that need to e addressed and also those culminating from 20th July mass demonstrations and their aftermath, imminent elements of executive arrogance such as the poor handling of Local government elections, passing of unpopular bills (Flag change, Pension, Injunctions, Police act) by the majority of DPP MPs that are just bent on appeasing their executive masters but also the stooping on delivery of public service.
Taking turns in the briefing, National Coordinator for the Catholic Commission for Justice & Peace (CCJP) Chris Chisoni, articulated on the need for dialogue, pointing out that violence and intimidation is not key in solving these issues citing incidents where Civil rights activists are given death threats but also singling out of activists as perpetrators of violence in political podiums. He further stressed that the CSOs advocating for good governance and human rights should not be thought of as splinter groups having personal vendettas against the government, rather a positive section of masses with the aim of safeguarding the long fought freedom and democracy which is under threat, arguing that dialogue is essential and that leaders must pursue justice by reasoning together in a sober manner.
Adding her voice to the briefing Martha Kwataine fro MEHN expressed worry with statements uttered by ‘some leaders’ as they are thought to be mere lip service ridicule, “one day they talk about dialogue, the next the tell us to go to hell”, she was quoted.
Most of the speakers also treaded on the just ended mass demonstrations and their aftermath, expressing worry with how the Police handled and conducted themselves during the demonstrations with regard to events culminating from the chaos and also their double standard who never reacted to the DPP youth militias that were brandishing machetes and pangas in the streets inducing fear amongst the citizenry on the eve of demonstrations and their swift reaction to the demonstrators on the day of demonstrations.

Commenting on the rationale of the briefing, Executive Director for the Civil Society Coalition for Quality Basic Education Benedicto Kondowe, appealed to government to resort to dialogue but also preach messages of hope and sincerity not teasing and ridiculing statements from political podiums that ignite anger amongst Malawians.
In conclusion, Chisoni expressed that the CSO leaders are not sell-outs and that more and more dialogue is key to sustainable development regarding the socio-economic and political stalemates.
Organizations represented at the briefing included MEHN, CCJP, Centre for Social Concern, CSCQBE and it was held at the Cresta Hotel.

After The Bullet

After the bullet
After the last cry
Doldrums of commotion
Impregnated cloud of salt
Rising smoke of the cremated
Emotional rampage of anger
Black shot carnage of fright
Dark times, dull lies
Repeated rhetoric of conscious

After the bullet it dawned
A morning on the wings of stars
Of burial and rebellion
Smoking out caged nkwezules
Flashing fiery machetes of pride
Fear and more tears
Ricocheting blank dark thoughts
More blasts and clashes
For we triumphed with will and zeal

20th JULY 2011

Moving pictures of Bolero jackets
Healing motion of sight
A notion with commotion
Wake up Manyasa
From hangovers of persistence
Podium ridicules from imbeciles
Jostles and whistles from simpletons
A delicacy for recycled door knobs
Blowing breeze of triumph
Some story, repeated oratory
Lacking substance of present
Revitalizing the energies of thought
Chanting psalms of change
Flapping wings of subversion
A boiling cauldron of mind
Waxing pains of removal
Waiting for the rains to submit
Ooh cometh 20th

VISA TO HEAVEN

Give me my pass
Dust off curses of Eden
A genesis shower of renewal
Sailing through the shores of levity
Waving palms of salvation blow
Chanting psalms on the rocks
Through the chronicles of chronology
Shadows of faith alight
Divine conscious ablaze
Perusing through chapters of sanctification
Ricocheting sins of mankind
A dogma for survival
My visa, My Bible

End of Tenure

Of indecipherable confessions
Murdered conjectures of thought
Laments from uncompromised
Mouth agape, running rabid
Daring for detonated dynamites
Yet the morning light dawns
Street talking, nose poking
Bleeding arrogant insanity
Banging fists of rage
Whilst we drown our rounds of rum

And yet She talked,
A litany of unwarranted praises
Senseless innuendos of fright,
But wouldn’t talk of the present
Things that mattered
Buttered promises and lies
Sandwiched truths of conscious
Treading on landmines of deficit
As her tenure comes to an end
When I and her part ways down the Golomoti isle

SECONDS AWAY

Of dogged and netted psychos
Cutting deeper into the skin of time
Snoring to manipulative instincts
Watching the sands down the drain
A marinated flavor of dogs and rats
Roasted for a darker feasting
Rigging the vote of conscious
Yet it slowly dawned on Brother Leader
For seconds away Benghazi shook
Awakening sleeping dogs of revolution
Barking psalms of revolt
Just seconds away

Seconds away I prayed
Laying academia wreaths of honor
Hatching oval eggs of meditation
Peddling yokes of imperialism
Even Comrade Bob saw it come
As Zimbabwe sank into disrepute and turmoil
And yet professor wouldn’t learn
Treading where angels rest
For silence is war of crime
Maybe we are just seconds away

Rejects

Twenty one reasons reflect our season
Tender from oval hatchery
Breathing an ambiance of renewal
Singing to the tidings of time
As immortality breeds more immorality
Gashing canned worms of abuse
An incredible mixture of sensations
Chicks on a mission to revolution
Struggling to outlive survival
As we crawl to our nests

Their intellect portray a mass of cellulite
Waxing on poles of subversion
Lock stitching revolution voices
Flapping wings of dynastic dominance
Pirouetting through patriotic eligibility
As a wave of dust hit the base
Yet the are just but sulking toddlers
For they swallowed too much
Chewed too little
With a blurred vision of the future
Maybe they are just rejects
Riding on brotherhood bandwagon

KARONGA

By the rising tides of Rukuru we sat

Gazing at the wild wave from faraway

Flooding memories of yellow piggery

Musings over fickle torchbearers rage

Of resilient liars and mindless mortals

Tossing and rocking dreams into fragments

Down the winding streams of Chiweta escarpments

Waterlogged in spreads of kilombero schemes

With mother dinosaur overlooking the flood plains

Where blasts of riches impregnate kayerekera

The shaken, stricken, cracked huts

Yonder in Mwamalopa village lie

Tents of survival, pyramids of mockery

Buried in polythene podiums of politicks

Tombstones turned and the dead unearthed

A decibel of decimal biscuit disasters

Peppered with virulent verbal diarrhea

Flickers of fiery crossfire over the displaced

As the speechless jostle for kondowore crumbs

The leftovers barbequed promises and hopes

Yet the sun sets and rises and sets and rises

While mouths of the voiceless lick crispy gold
Waiting for the day Rukuru will rise and quake

Soaking endurance into submission yet again

BRIEF STINT

In this stint
Let’s add a brief icing to our cream
Scribble senseless riddles
Ink deep thoughts of mind
Paint colorful dreams of sight
Expose the crooked winds
Yet, far from fantasies of fright

Smuggled minds rattled behind
Battling for the short drive
Thriving through the moans
Just another tasteless sandwich
Through the bite
A cocktail for lusty simpletons
Begging for unplanned rotten flavors
A brief stint with a quick hit

EMBANGWENI TC

Evolving through the echo of the night
Myths,of redemption are just but a paradox
Buried in merriment of blasts, lovers
Acknowledging the sparkle of ecstasy
Narrating fantasies, fallacies of lust
Gnashing and washing our brains into acrylic
Whilst we coil and spoil all our toils at the epistle
Engaging in giving and receiving pleasures
Nightmares, omens, strong winds torment the cloud
Impending floods of diarrhea blow through
Trotting, Roding, eroding on the road
Characterizing the cherished moments of Embangweni

Post Mortem for the Newly Born

Watching the proceedings from the scorching terraces of the stadium, one would be greatly satisfied that this was indeed a colourful event that lived highly to its billing.

From different directions, denominations we emanated in readiness for yet a better blessing…thee celebration of the ‘birthday boy’.

Much as such occasions deserve a celebration of some sort it rather has to be noted that this is coming amid several hiccups that have rocked the nation as a whole. Suffice to say that we are a nation that is constantly facing problems and criticism from all sectors but holding such an exorbitant celebration at such a time is in a way an insult to the very many masses that are dying, crying, yearning for just a piece of bread in the remotes.

It has to be noted that we are not against the holding of celebrations for people growing older but it is the extravagance that comes in between that corrupts the whole event.  At the end of the day a few overzealous souls might have benefitted largely from these celebrations at the expense of the very many millions.

During the underpants era such events were the order of the day and nobody raised a finger in protest or retaliation for fear of their dear lives. For over 30yrs we lived under such authority that had less regard for the masses and rather focused on hero worshipping, bootlicking.

Memories are so fresh of how the Youth Militia brutalised the people even at events and celebrations were the then president was in attendance, and yet all this went unexplained.

It was at such events where primary school going children were constantly denied of their educational rights under the pretext of preparation for events as such, and today it’s no difference yet we expect to build an educated nation.

Stories have been told and will continue to be told the amongst the future generations of how the first leader of the country was worshipped and turned into a semi-god by overzealous shrewd politicians till he drowned down the drain.

Today, the situation seems to be repeating itself though systematically ironed in order to suit the current democratic dispensation, with culture of sycophants, threats, refutes being are the order of the day lest we trail back.

Taking a glimpse at the chiefs stands and the open stands one could easily note the difference as rounds of snacks kept flooding the coverings whilst common rats had to do with the bottle of water and a chintuwisa,  it was however not every other rat that benefitted.

Still, the people sat and farted on the terraces listening to the boring rhetoric amid cheers and jeers from opportunists as traditional dances took centre stage, but it was gule wamkulus Gologolo that mesmerized the hungry audience.

At the end of it all a lot of taxpayers money was extravagantly spent, considering the small khaki envelopes that kept circulating but also feeding and lodging for all these opportunists that came from all the four winds……yet the hospitals do not have basic pain relievers, lack of respect for the law, intolerance maybe such is the order for a perfect born day celebration.

As if that was not enough, the celebration had to be complemented by Greek salads, steam fried rice, pamphlet launch, flashy expo of crazy outfits all in the name of yet another old season.

Just like any other flashy occasion light moments also characterised the show.

After many had drowned their sorrows into a free booze spree, characters started to emerge as evidenced by some dancing antics from the ‘top dogs or whether to call them mipadre (galacticals).’

Just as tradition follows, the dance floor was opened by the newborn himself, I don’t know as to whether it was the little colostrums sucked or the inability to throw legs as he sluggishly stylishly zoned the floor whilst on the other hand it was evident that the young fresh package has a great potential for strictly come dancing as the works of ha bottom acknowledged themselves.

All in all different faces, races were rated, as common rats enjoyed embracing tradition whilst watching village boys chase the bloated condom yet the cats and dogs sank into merry

Such is the order of 2011.

  

CHURCH GOSSIPER

I am a church gossiper

Walking into the paths of Lucifer

Devilishly smiling at the crucifix

Gossiping and eavesdropping at any point

Puling down the efforts, joy, salvation

Maybe I am more Christian than Christianity?

As we construct the road to salvation

For I am a church healer

In this era of secular atheism

Conceiving, deceiving, stinking earthly vomit

In a pattern more boring than comic

For the poverty and ignorance characterize my motives

Lest my opaque Christly heart fails me.

I am a church marketer

Selling the ideologies, breakthroughs,

Digging deep into the developmental fund

Benefiting from the commissioned land

Hating the sweats of commitment of their hands

As we operate and populate amongst irate rats

For it is me and the my most high that matter

Else I get derailed, lost on this path.

YONDER 2011

Yonder 2011

From the eastern horizon it emanates

Welcoming the less boring rhetoric

Embracing the bleakly foreseen future

Smooching the virgin season

Reflected upon the green field, thee epitome of raised hopes

The paths under construction, the time bomb slowly ticking

The recipe for unlimited planned flavours

The unceasing gashed rains, the flooding favours

As we yearn to earn our pride

Welcome 2011

Search, research, take heed but reduce the speed

For gone are the impending signs of times

The escalated bitterness of mind,

Hangovers of globe trotting

For the intimidation and torture borne motivated inspiration.

A litany for senseless innuendos

Begging for worthless appreciation

For respect and honour are earned

Lest we get derailed on this path

Come forth 2011

Draw close to my meek, weak heart

Reveal the innermost instinct of this fight

Remove the blunt logs of negativity in the sight

sExpose the rare quality that separates from the rest

Revitalize the energies that feed the desires

Erase the stolen kisses, touches, and moments

In preparation for yet a better and sober harvest

As we renew our love for yet another season

GULLIVER MARKET OPERATES FOR 4YRS WITHOUT A TOILET

They say godliness is next to cleanliness but for residents and vendors of Gulliver market in area 49 Lilongwe this is to the contrary.

The market has been running and operating for close to 4yrs now without any building or shark to call a toilet posing a health threat for the people operating within the but also around the market. This however, lives unanswered questions as to where when these people (vendors) relieve themselves as the market turns to grow with each morning sun.

According to the chairperson for the market development committee one

Mr Manyenje, communication had been relayed to the Lilongwe City Assembly on the plight of the situation sometime back and yet up to date no remedy has been found to cure such a condition.” I contacted the city assembly officials on our plight and they promised to come and show me the place where the toilet was to be erected, we have waited for long and yet no official has pitched up to allocate the place. We are currently receiving complaints from the nearby homes and entertainment centres where some vendors frequent to seek refuge and yet there is nothing I can do to stop this” he was quoted

When an official from the city assembly was contacted on the situation, he declined to comment but assured us that he would get back after meeting the responsible officers.

The Lilongwe City Assembly had been collecting market fee for sometime but recently stopped without notifying the market development committee on their reasons for pulling out, this raises eyebrows as to what and how the Assembly used the collections for since no toilet was constructed, no proper running tap erected within the market complemented by late refuse collection.

The market encompasses close to eighty structures, running on different errands and merchandise.

With this population and the impending rains it is quite obvious that the situation is likely to get worse as most vendors have no where to relieve themselves but the nearby hide outs causing an  alarm on the spread of water borne diseases but also general cleanliness amongst the very many.

BETWEEN THE SHEETS

Let’s get between the sheets and feel the heat

Let me savage your beauty and pace your beat

Let me scrub your feat and hips

As we rise from this emphatic shift

Feeding the desires that burn our souls

Rejuvenating the young warm fire

As the smell of violets and peach pout pouri flood the space

As we coil and spoil all our toils into these sheets

Loving through minutes and without limits

It is but between the sheets

Let’s intertwine in this heat

And bear the fruits of our sweats

For many a times a gazed at your sparkling light

Getting deeper into the pinnacle of that sight

Reminiscing farfetched memories of that night

As it dripped and soaked our beings

As a recipe of created memories flooded through

As we were starved of the long fought romance

The emotional pain through this highway

For it’s the dimple in you that hides the jealousy wrinkle of your heart

Yet all is but in the middle of the night

Welcoming the crispy gold from the other side

Loving with reasons, smiling through seasons

Let’s sandwich our flesh between these sheets

As the minds are entangled in a web of love

Yet far from the fantasies of lust

For you enlace words with an aroma

Your natural curves are but a complete set of motion

Yours is but a package that generates waves of hope,

The last dear fuel of my heart, life

In this world governed by the hearts of two

For the perfume for your care is too sweet

Hence smelling a fragrance of success

As the bees pollinate our love flower

As we smile to the sweet little nothings between the sheets

For it’s in such coverings that great poets, doctors, robbers, murders are born

In between the sheets