Having missed our favourite drinking joint, Sports Cafe, for the past three consecutive weekends, it pleased my good friend and I to be there last Fathers’ Day.
Much to our expectation, women to spice our drinking escapade were there in surplus. They were good-looking women you will hardly find at other places in the green city of Mzuzu.
Whatever your taste of women is, they were all there. In surplus. All of them dressed to kill.
For me, l always go for the meaty, the ones you would not see the need for a mattress when you take them to bed.
But that is not the case with my friend, Chilungamo. His are always the pencil-type. ‘The nearer the bone the sweeter the meat’ he will always say every time I bring up the debate.
We zigzagged our way to the counter and after buying our drinks went to sit at the back where we were assured of enjoying full view of the ‘proceedings’ on the dance floor.
“So finally Malume has spoken,” Chilungamo opened.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“He just declared he will be seeking for a re-election come 2019. Very unfortunate,” he said.
“Why is that unfortunate?” I asked, “Has he not just demonstrated the transparency we look for in our leaders?”
“It can be argued that way,” Chilungamo said, “But I personally find Malume’s declaration ill-timed and divisive, particularly coming at a time when calls for federalism are tearing us apart as one people,” he said.
“Look here,” he continued, “Believe me, the statement has sown seeds of division in his party. It has frustrated those that have been working hard for the party with presidential ambitions in mind.
“They might not show their discontent openly for fear of reprisals, but that the statement has not gone down well with some people within the party hierarchy cannot be denied. It has left some feeling pushed aside.”
“But the statement doesn’t bar anyone from contesting at the next party convention, does it?” I asked.
At this point, Chilungamo looked distant. His eyes were now glued at the entrance of the bar.
Walking in was Caroline, the woman we met at Luwinga the other day. Although she was not my type given her slim form, her looks were so appetising tonight.
“Should I call her for you?” I asked.
“Not now. Let her come to us. Have you ever seen a mountain looking for monkeys?”
“Look here,” Chilungamo returned to our earlier subject, “I know you can back Malume’s statement saying it does not mean others are barred from facing him at the party convention, but the impression out there is that he has imposed his candidature on the party and all the party convention will do is just rubber-stamp his position.
“People should not mistake expressing one’s interest to stand with declaring oneself as presidential candidate. The two are different. What Malume has done is not expressing his interest, he has declared himself torchbearer for his party and that is where discomfort comes in for a lot of us.”
“I agree,” I cut him short, “But don’t you think Malume wants to give Malawians a chance to start scrutinizing his presidential bid ahead of the next polls?” I asked.
“That could be but I still maintain my ground. It’s too premature for him to start thinking of 2019 when he has just been in office for three months. Where is he rushing to?
“He is crossing bridges before coming to them. He needs to concentrate on developing the country. You don’t start talking about a re-election when the only thing you have done since assuming power is to wed your so called long-time confidante to help you eat your people’s taxes.”
I could not help laughing.
“On a serious note,” he returned, “I am afraid Malume’s 2019 ambitions may obscure the good vision he might have had for the country for his first term of office.”
By now the dance floor was full as voluptuous music kept on pouring from the loud speakers placed at strategic positions in the bar.
“I need to get her,” Chilungamo said.
“Has the mountain started looking for monkeys?”
Without uttering a word, he quickly disappeared into the forest of the dancers.