“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