Merry Christmas!
It is that special occasion again when we take a short break from a regular dosage of watching the likes of supremely-gifted Argentina and Barcelona superstar called Lionel Messi, Portuguse superstar Cristiano Ronaldo and our own Gabadinho Mhango, Joseph Kamwendo and Micium Mhone and all the magic their skills bring, to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.
It is the season of goodwill where we can send some nice text messages to each other hoping for the better. And everything being equal, I should have been at Mkando in Mulanje having a good time with my valentine—Akweni Patricia Kaliati for a festive picnic along Thuchila River where we would have had a festive massage session, but from the look of things, it appears she has dumped me for good and she now only has time to sell pineapples at Nkando Trading Centre.
Even Her Excellency Madam Joyce Banda will probably take some time off her busy schedule of running the country to celebrate Christmas with her family.
It is Christmas time ladies and gentlemen. It is that special occasion when the local soccer fraternity, yours truly included, will for a while forget the Flames recent string of poor results and focus will rightly shift to celebrating Christmas.
I have always written on this column that whenever the festive period comes, I am reminded of the jolly good days I had as a kid and the one that quickly comes to mind is when I pinched a piece of cake from the refrigerator. Confident that I had not been seen by anyone, I rushed into my bedroom and quickly munched the cake, but somehow my late mom discovered that a piece of the cake had grown wings and when she quizzed me about it, I feigned ignorance.
But alas! Some of the cream stuck on my lips and when she quizzed me where the cream had come from, I wasn’t caught off-guard, I told her it was toothpaste. But still I didn’t get away with it and got some few slaps for the mischief—it was part of the Xmas fun!
And as we celebrate Christmas, let’s spare a thought for the underprivileged kids who cannot even afford K10 for sweets. Let’s spare a thought for the Litchapa family who lost their two lovely children. I will spend mine with my daughter Takondwa who has promised to cook mawungu (pumpkins) for me. Merry Christmas! To God be the glory! Uloliwe.. Uloliwe wayidudula hi..Nang’esiza! [The train is pushing!]
