That calls for a Carlsberg!
There are some very special moments in sport when time appears to stand still, frozen in the beauty of the occasion, when nothing else in life seems to matter. That thin line between and explosion of boundless joy or a flood of tears
And it was refreshing to see Be Forward Wanderers fans celebrating their team’s Carlsberg Cup glory in style and it doesn’t get sweeter than beating your opponents. The Nomads’ faithful turned bars and open-air joints into theatres of celebration. It was the stuff that dreams are made of.
Even the young woman, Nachisale, who sells gondolosi at the heart of the commercial city, Blantyre, took an opportunity of the Nomads’ moment of glory to cash in on her stuff. She went about Pa Somanje pub with the jazz: “Ku Lilongwe, Manona amwa wamkaka, pano gulani katunduyi, kutichisangalalo chikawafikirenso amayi kunyumba.” Sounds really crazy, but that’s how it was.
The Nomads’ flamboyant fan Yona Malunga was on cloud nine: “Lero kunalibe wamkaka, wamwa wamandimu neba. Nyumba ndinabetcha ijaayilephera moti ma form ndakabweza kwa mayianga [I am sure he meant title deeds lol!]”
Relief was the prevalent emotion in the blue side of Blantyre as the Nomads exorcised the ghost that had seen them play second fiddle to their rivals for over two years and when the moment finally arrived, some of their fans simply didn’t know how to react—overwhelmed by the raw beauty of a grand occasion that meant so much for each them, a moment that calls for a Carlsberg! Uloliwe…uloliwewayidudula hah!,neng’esiza [The train is pushing]
