It was reported that men were flocking to shacks ‘run’ by women who offer company for a penny. We thought it was outrageousâ€”taking queuing to the extremes.
People condemned the quirky sex queues and organisations rushed in with interventions.
This queuing had simply dwarfed that which we do for petrol, forex, bread, bank, electricity, water and other needs we swear to kill each other for when supermarkets slash prices in promotions.
Today, to the already long list of things to queue for, we add sugar and the Chikangawa one can tuck itself lower on the list.
Yes, sugar, the very same item which some months ago some figure known for verbal diarrhoea and weekly purchases of tonnes of makeup assumed it was not a vital part of our lives.
Well, when the priority is makeup, what is sugar to you? Ali pamsana pa njovu…sakuona mame!
In any caseâ€”Chikangawa or otherwiseâ€”queuing for a service or product is a sign that things awfully wrong.
It even pierces one’s heart to queue for hours on end only to wake up to a disturbing notice that the product sought is on ration.
Does it make sense to queue for hours for a packet of sugar which is even priced beyond our financial horizons?
I can’t imagine we are to buy a kilo of sugar at K450 or moreâ€”the same sugar we produce right here in Nchalo?
It seems in this country everything is either too highly priced or in short supplyâ€”sometimes, painfully both.
And like in Chikangawa, something is wrong with sugar.
Why is it that everything seems to be in short supply? Even political wisdom leadership and tolerance.
When shall we see peace?