Wednesday, April 18, 2012




Let me start by thanking all those who were able to send their contributions in terms of input and suggestions or rather comments on my previous blogs published this year(three in particular)which unfortunately have delibarately been deleted for fear of reprisals.They were misinterpreted in other forms which looked to be making some sense to others and mean something else than what i originally want them to portray.More politics was incorporated that i started feeling the salt or pepper if you like it that way.But it has been sour,mind you(more to follow latter).

As we are in this mourning period,for our former President Bingu,my mind is troubled in trying to weigh situations thus our tradition customs and western beliefs when it comes to mourning.Though i might differ in opinion with others,but i feel the mourning period is just too much for our departed soul.The original planned period of ten days was just fine.The way i see it now,the essence of grief or sorrow is being lost.One day for each region to pay last respect could be appropriate.It is not a must for every jack and jim to view,but rather a selected few to stand in for us all.
I have a feeling we should not exxergerate just to see the same people view at the State house,Parliament,Mzuzu,Sanjika and Ndata just for the sake of it or to be seen as the most sorrowful.There are alot of friends and relatives as well so lets give each other chances to do the same.I was imagining if i was dead as of now and people of that magnitude coming to view,will my soul feel good?The answer coming to me could be NO.

Sunday, February 19, 2012


The President as head of state and government,has an obligation to defend and protect the life of his citizens and make the life style of his people comfortable.He is supposed to fight all odds that might bring hardships to the citizenry.As a layman in economics or unless otherwise advised,i feel the step,path and point our head of state has taken in rejecting devaluation of the Kwacha at this particular moment, is the right approach.I agree that if our money is devalued,there will be more suffering to a common man in the village let alone in our cities.Prices of commodities will go up in the shortest period of time.( be continued)

Saturday, April 2, 2011


I now continue from my other blog which got interrupted coz of some technical hiccups and i was forced to publish before completion.We were somehow well received though i could see the faces that they thought we had gone for tit for tat or with an axe to grind.The best they could was to avoid us in a diplomatic way not directly."Akulu-akulu oti mukambe nao achoka anapita ku Ntcheu,ndiye mungodikila achemwali ake,aah koma mungopita kumudzi mwina mungakapeze anthu........."all sorts of stories to make us give up on the issue of getting back the daughter of Kaunda-my cousin.We all thought we could easily get the child  because we had paid part payment of the agreed sum of their customary charges.With our pockets full with the remainder,to us it was just "here you are with this" and let our offspring back as for the family issue thus husband and wife to be sorted out latter.Little did we know that that first lump sum was for "aphungu' only and that 'makolo' had to be compensated(sorry for the term used).Another destination had to be arranged so that we could not just go empty handed and it was here that we experienced the real sena tradition.Soon after taking our seats,a lady,i would call her agogo rushed inside her house and brought that big 'kapu ya chitsulo'.When i say big steel cup i mean it where under normal cicumstances and in many of our traditions you would be anticipating 'thobwa lozizira' but fortunate enough ,it was madzi a pa chitsime.Iwas wondering coz nobody of us had asked for it.So whilst the owners of the village were busy with the sitting arrangement like bringing more chairs and mphasa to make "bwalo likule bwalo. likule,tchalosi"i asked my aunt in low tone that mwaitanitsa madzi akumwa?I did not know that there was a young boy(probably six years of age) from the same vicinity behind me and he answered strongly on top of his voice saying TIMATELO.And agogo came to clarify that it is tradition.It was the same boy who reminded agogo the name of the church she goes to after agogo had fotgotten the name thogh she is a frequent goer and having showered praises to the Lord in the same for the past five years ,all she could remember was that she used to be catholic before.Agogo could be in her late fifties.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


Much as i appreciate the existence of several cultural beliefs,i tend to fail understanding and interpreting customs and traditions.Looking at the words from various dictionaries,i just force myself to go according the way they are expressed and i have my own reservations,I partially disagree with many interpretations.Much of my arguement on this will follow since the aim of blog is discussing my trip to the lower Shire district of Chikhwawa/Chikwawa which ever you like according to where you belong politically and/or culturally.It was on this very sunday the march 27th,2011.As one of the elders in our clan(one is saying aah),i was sent to co-preside over a case involving my cousin and his so called wife who happens to come from that side of the country.On the mentioned date,whilst just waking up from previous night slumber,i received a phone call at around 600hrs from KK informing me that he is already in central town Blantyre waiting for me as previously arranged and aggreed.He did not know that i was still in Mulanje brushing my teeth getting prepared for the trip(how time flies when you are having nice nightmares).In the next two hours i was busy with the brake pedal going down heights of sena land,thanks to MN 1648 for keeping the promise.We went to the area where we were looking for a man to guide us to our destination and on our way we found some guys in jovial mood singing and with branches of shrubs on their heads pointing to a specific direction.We were suprised why they were showing us the direction as if they know where we were going and coincidentary in the process of asking for the residence of atchifi(a well known man believed to have full stocks of curry weed),who is a neighbor to our would be guide,we were told they thought we were going to a development meeting(tree planting) led by the minister of energy and mining who also happens to be the MP for the area just a few metres to where we were going.My cousin got married to a lady from this area.According to their tradition,there are several steps which are to be followed for one to get a she from their motherland which include money changing hands into theirs.I will not mention the terms used because they are many and they just tend to confuse the already confused characters.My cousin was and still is on separation with this better half of his for almost six months now

Friday, February 25, 2011


This is the first in a series of many reflections on the call and vocation of an Immigration officer.Agueably,many will regard this as not included to be a call as much of this is associated with religious circles but i for one feel it is a vocation(more to follow).Now after almost a decade and half of experiences in real life and immaginations,i have a feeling that i need to share with my comrades in different parts of the world in what alot of people regard as proffession or occupation.It will be coming in episodes or rather chapters stressing on a speciffic topics with vivid examples and experiences.Immaginations will also take a central part since some of the aspects have not been seen in black and white but there are strong indications and likelyhood to have taken a part in various decision making and conclusions of important cases.I will need feedback through various fora and contributions from the public at large.Some could suggest the way forward or the right channel of discussing these important matters.All in all, it will be a way of expressing what we feel and what people expect of us.