What if I told you “God told me to write this piece?” Would your hearts sentiments be the first to demolish my “heretical claims”? Or would you be the first to ride on my band-wagon, keenly clinging on to my prophetic mantra (besides, who are … Continue reading Objective Prophecy: an ancient method to verify modern day prophecy
Do you remember the days when some of the “pedestrian” paths where smothered with local goods? You know, the occasional cabbage leaves and onion remnants? And who can forget all of Hollywoods greatest movie hits faithfully pirated (I mean packed) into one CD? The … Continue reading Keep Blantyre City Clean and Green: memoires of a recycle bin
There’s nothing like catching up with old friends. We had first met at “one of those” birthday parties: jumping castle; a cake that will send you to the dentist; and a bunch of kids you’ve never met who mom says are your friends. Adolescence, jumping … Continue reading The pursuit of approval
Do you recall those moments? Moments when your knees would buckle as thoughts of their smile and ocean eyes flood your mind? I do. It is always a daring feat to “let your guard down” and let your heart speak for what it truly feels … Continue reading Something for the heart…
Have you ever witnessed one of those off-road hair salons (the “Glory-to-God” or “Satana-walephera” kind of salons?)? Located beside the market place, the smell of tomatoes and freshly picked vegetables fume the air as clients walk in and out. With paint half peeling off the … Continue reading When your hair game is strong
“You must learn how to fly before you can run.” Confused? I remember leaning against the half escaping blanket as the cocktail of clothing and miscellaneous objects beautifully cluttered the floor. The organized mess mirrored the aura that seemed to clumsily descend as the words … Continue reading 2017: Why flying is the preferred mode of travel
November. Running my usual errands, I stepped onto the streets of Blantyre. The tar marked road glazed as the people trudged through. The cries of the minibus conductors solicited for the people’s money as each passer-by made their desperate attempts to trek through the scorching … Continue reading Kodi mvula ibwera liti?