Phew! We part to meet again. But sometimes words fail to express the feeling with which we walk away from places of our fond memories.
So, this week being the beginning of a new career chapter, I have no better words to mean â€˜itâ€™s hard to say goodbye.â€™ I thank you dear reader for your contributions to this forum of ideas.
Every Friday we would meet here to dissect and digest issues here and there, lacing them with a touch of art.
But this â€˜goodbyeâ€™ has taken me to tears. If not for this goodbye business, the topics were plenty.
It could be venues; like it is proper for this week to mourn the closure of Key Lounge in the Northâ€”more salt to the injury done to the entertainment sector still licking wounds of the shutdown of The Warehouse in Blantyre and the mix up that is the French Cultural Centre [You know how I long to see the venue â€˜wearâ€™ another name!]
It could be about Dan Lu, Armstrong and Piksy who are to perform in South Africa. By the way, big up to Dan Lu, a hard-worker we have all seen breaking the barrier from punky-hairstyled Balaka youngster to a respectable voice. Heartfelt congrats, Danny! You are a solid example!
Today, our discussion could have hinged on musicians failing to shoot past myopic record labels.
You canâ€™t rule out the sprouting of a comedy effort; Nanzikambe Arts Cafe deserves the honour for hosting the comedians as they learn how to fly to international bliss.
Perhaps we could have taken a painful gaze at Big Brother Africa representatives. What are they up to kutuwa mbuu after months on celebrity television?
What about Maskalâ€™s album launch on Sunday!
But now that time decides that we part, we take heart and respect the hands of destiny.
It is neither about the distance travelled nor the direction taken, but the longing to meet again somewhere…somehow.
With tears, goodbye.