A cry for my Queens
It is like I am seeing it now. Gangly goal shooter Mwawi Kumwenda rising from the blind side and, for a moment, floating in the air with her gaze fixed on the ball as it spun towards her as the fans held their breath.
Oh yes, there was a touch of majesty about her flight and an air of conviction about her deadly intention and then, like a ballerina, she stretched her hand and planted that priceless basket that took the Queens to the promised land after beating England to finish third at the Fast5 World Netball Series—the first time that they achieved such a feat as their romantic filtration with world netball, reached new dizzy heights.
Sadly, just three weeks after that feat, the Queens are without an official sponsor following Airtel Malawi’s decision not to extend the sponsorship contract.
And so like the lyrics in Roxettee’s hit song, it must have been love, that romance is over...It must have been love but it’s over now. It must have been good but I lost it somehow. It must have been love but it’s over now. From the moment we touched, ‘til the time had run out.
And now we can only hope someone will come up with a rescue package for our girls, who sacrificed a lot for their motherland by having zibonga instead of bottled water and chiwaya chips or zibwente for lunch as they prepared for the global showcase.
President Peter Mutharika promised to have an audience with the Queens to thank them for their spirited show at the global showpiece and hopefully he will have a surprise for them. I also hope the First Lady Getrude Mutharika will do it to a turn by providing them with a miraculous rescue package and not bunches of flowers as she did this other time. Reserve the flowers as Valentine gift for APM.
There are also a number of companies that hardly perform social responsibilities to the extent that they cannot even sponsor bawo. Sadly, the only time we get to hear about them is when their employees strike to demand better wages. Maybe this could be their time. Uloliwe, uloliwe wayidudula, neng’esiza hah! (Oh yes, the train is pushing). Glory be to God. n
