The leaking banking hall

This other day, Chief Kazingist was driving aimlessly in Blantyre. The main reason, however, was to know more about the commercial city.

For those who do not know, the chief man of the skirt has been in Mzuzu for a decade. His lovely base was Zolozolo, but he was able to travel places in the North and Centre. In Mzuzu, Chief Kazingist rarely drunk beer in Zolozolo. His preferred place was the Chibanja route, which takes one to Chibavi.

This route has a couple bottle stores run by Tanzanians. Tanzania is blessed with everyone; from capable businesspersons to good coordinators who understand the language of men when they are broke.

Those that run bottle stores offer attractive different kinds of meat, including popular susa (roasted meat). If one buys meat and boiled bananas, he has enough for that day. And beer prices are those recommended by brewers.

Moving to Blantyre, therefore, was a sad development. When he was in Chilobwe, Kazingist was always unhappy. He even asked himself if it were possible to move Chibanja to Blantyre.

But when he moved to Namiyango, things changed and he was at least happy because of life at one of the popular joints in his locality. But he needed to visit more places to discover another life. This other day, he left home and headed downtown Blantyre.

When he reached Masm Clinic, he heard some noise coming from the direction of Limbe Primary School. He was not convinced that the noise could be coming from primary school children because, apart from the demonstrations against delayed teachers’ salaries, primary school learners have always been peaceful. He then decided to go and see what was happening.

He found an entertainment joint which was full of people. Chief Kazingist had money enough for only two bottles of the hard stuff; so he decided to go and buy one.

“Kazingist!” Someone shouted.

It was a friend who works for one of the radio stations in the country. In fact, the two friends were surprises in themselves because they did not know that the other drinks.

“Now, that I have known that you drink, stay here as I go to the bank to cash some money,” said Kazingist’s friend.

He was away for close to an hour. But when he returned, his clothes were soaked in water. Chief Kazingist was surprised.

“Why are you wet?” Chief Kazingist asked.

“The bank was leaking. The queue was not moving, but since I wanted the money, I had no choice but to be patient on the queue, at the place that was leaking,” said the friend?

“A bank leaking? How safe is our money?” Chief Kazingist asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine. What is more surprising is that banks make a obscene profits but cannot not mend a leaking roof,” said the friend.