Malawi is high on pocket-sized Gabadinho, a slippery Big Bullets forward whose dodgy turns leave defenders licking lips swollen from falls designed by his mazy runs.
We hear this extends to class where he has dribbled past Junior Certificate exams.
When everyone is pushing him to class, he seems stuck in a lane previous school-dogging football geniuses have crashed in.
The cigarette-sized Gabadinho is only being human, the â€˜young soccer genius wayâ€™ where lads drunk on football brilliance look away from societyâ€™s guidance.
It happens widely. At his peak, the Manchester Unitedâ€™s George Best in England proved men could multi-task by terrorising the soccer field on one hand and staging a bed-hopping career on the other, dating a Miss World in the process.
He also monopolised space in tabloids by emptying a brewery in a night.
Elsewhere, choosing soccer over education is no big deal. Spanish, English or Italian players from as early six choose soccer â€˜at the expense of educationâ€™, with full family and society support, and it somehow works!
Well, not here. You know scores of brilliant talent that in three or four seasons froze to a begging career.
Fame is intoxicating. It makes people do what they should not do.
But while we discuss Gabadinho, are there not many singers, actors or music producers also drunk on fame?
Concert of all generations?
Sunday, the Blantyre Sports Club hosts Lucius Banda, Maskal, Lulu, Barry One, Armstrong, Piksy, Anthony Makondetsa, Black Missionaries, Joseph Nkasa and Kaka in a show billed to fuse all generations.
From Lucius downwards, I don’t see music fusing all generations. The Giddes Chalamanda and Lucky Stars of this world would have raised the ceiling.
You beg to differ?
Wati for the money!
Sunday is judgement day for Malawi’s Big Brother representative Wati. He stands before Africa, praying for favour to walk him to the purse.