Life's fan, life's fanta, life's fantastic!
I miss my friend Brian Muhimele
(now final year Nursing) who tried all he could to make my life
better and happy. Whenever I was sad or worried he could come and
sing me a song. Most of the times he could sing these
" give me another try, give me
I don't know what type of song this
is or was. He was and is Sena by tribe but used to sing these
lines with the accent of a native Chichewa speaking tongue from
around Ntchisi or Kasungu; that it sounded like this:
" gi-vi mi anaza thila-yi, gi-vi mi
anaza tchan-si (a repetition of the above lines how they sounded
He used to sing this whilst
displaying his dancing antics and tactics until my worried face,
misshapen with cares of this life, would glow with a gleam smile
and burst into uncontrollable laughter for a few minutes also. He
could grab my hands and force my way to the dance floor. (it was
a boy's secondary school. No girls, who cares!)
I remember if I had done some
justice to my body it was at least three baths per week. And
there were no perfume but the beautiful scent of decaying
Sometimes I pose and find myself in
a reflex of singing:
"kale likati lidzibwelera (how I
wish for the past)…"
Or the famous Edgar and Davis
(these are local Malawian music artists):
"adasankha kale (they already made
their choices )"
Today, am at a college that totally
lacks every ingredient of life except books. I love books too and
am a writer. But life must also offer some moments worth
remembering where toasts are thrown and hips flexed, huh? Where
you feel so lively and the whole world is just in your hands! May
those who read this learn to break from daily busy-ness routine
and secretly as I do, find some entertainment and take some
nature walk. It's very refreshing and nourishing. Life is full of
beauty and wonder but if you only meditate on your workload and
due dates you shall surely find no joy. And die so stupidly as my
dad will someday, with many academical papers and materially
successful but no real happiness. Leaving behind his accumulated
wealth to be enjoyed by my young brothers.
As I finish writing this I hear the
sound of Westlife music, sound track written in the stars, this
other room. Allow me to pause here and flex my muscles as I
prepare for an early morning book session.
"life is no
dress-rehearsal, enjoy it."