Life as it is

  For this particular topic, I am really struggling with where to begin so I will just simply go with the flow. Since time immemorial, my country people have always had issues with how women look and dress. Let me take you back to the time a woman was stripped naked in Blantyre town for wearing something “the streets” deemed inappropriate. The strange thing about cases like these, is the fact that most of the clothes that are seen as not fit to wear are actually sold by the same vendors that undress women. If people are not talking about how short something a woman is wearing, they are talking about how fat, slim, figureless one is. They are including in their diction words that are demeaning and inappropriate. Fast forward to last week, there was an inaugural annual fashion show event at Bingu International Conference center (BICC) by Mabel Khonje dubbed “Boudoir” which translates to a woman’s private bedroom. The fashion show was showcasing lingerie and swim suits. To keep you up t

  CHALLENGE ACCEPTED Late to the party, but here I am. English men say “better late than never.” There was a lot of second guessing for me to get here. But let’s do this. To be honest, the corona virus pandemic added on struggles that were already there for me as a creative and a human being. Since this theme is being wrapped up today I will highlight the highs and lows in as far as being a creative is concerned. In my other life, I was definitely your tuber and a podcaster. Trust me I have been wanting to start a podcast for the past non-existent 10,000 years. I wanted to tackle everything and anything that happens around me because I love talking. While at it, I had imagined myself making a little something from it. That podcast is still a dream in the making because of the virus. Enlisted the help of four other friends of mine from secondary school so we could address what it  is about Marymount Girls in Mzuzu, Malawi. Due to physical gathering limitations and of course high data co