Hanging out: Some mothers are a shame


Where are Social Welfare Officers of this land when women continue subjecting very young children to loud music in bars, and if that is not enough, doing some not-easy-to- describe things in the presence of kids?

This is the question that has ignited the crew’s talk today. The subject has not just emerged from the blues, but a real nasty scene we have just witnessed.

As we sit, sipping our regulars, a baby’s cry invades our hearing radius. Initially we think the cry is coming from a house behind the joint; but we later realise it is not from there.


“Comrades, why should a baby be found within the perimetres of a bar? And, God forbid, where is the mother to allow a baby cry like that?” ‘Atsogoleri’ Rob M asks, the question obviously not targeting anyone of us.

The crying gets louder. Absence of any sign of a mother attending to the child surprises us more.

“Hey, barman, come around!” One of us summons the man behind the counter.


“What the hell is going on in that small room? And, by the way, what is is that structure for?” Lackson quizzes the barman.

The barman just smiles and starts off towards his post – the counter.

That does not please men of the crew.

Happison physically grabs the guy, asking him why he is so rude as not to answer a single question of what was happening in the shack-of a room by the bar.

Mundipweteka amwene, tandisiyani (you will hurt me if you grab me like this, leave me). The baby crying there is with his mother, and she is waiting for her lover……if that is what you want to hear!”

We are all shocked as to why any women in her right sense could subject a kid to the darkness that is in the room, and obviously to mosquito bites. We are equally shocked that the mother, for whatever reason cannot attend to the crying baby.

“Now it explains!” Exclaims ‘Atsogoleri’ Rob M.

“It explains what?” Asks in unison two new members of the crew, Centino and his soldier boy friend.

‘Atsogoleri’ says: “Some ten minutes ago, I saw a man entering that room in a very slow motion. Now, one

plus one is equal to two – no wonder the baby is crying and the mother is not attending to it.”

Zafika pamenepo, si umve umenewo (you mean up to that extent? That is real shameful),” remarks one lady, sitting nearby. She stands up and heads the direction of the room.

“Mayi, mwanayo ngwanu (madam, is your the kid yours)? Give me the kid so that you complete doing whatever you are busy with inside there)!” she shouts, as for the first time, we see a sign of another human being in the small room.

Without any other word, the other woman grabs the kid from the mother and as its first grasp of air out of the room, the crying stops. We wonder what must have scared the kid inside the room and why the mother did not bother to try to stop the child cry.

“You mean the man that is with the kid’s mother inside that room, cannot find an alternative venue for their ‘chat’? And why should the woman bring a baby on such a mission?” I ask.

Centino responds fast: “Don’t you know that sometimes baby’s are used as ‘gate-passes’ for some women to go out from their homes at odd times? Who can suspect that a woman is on for a mischievous adventure when she takes a child along?”

It rings a bell. All of us nod in agreement.

“I think it is time the authorities enforce discipline around drinking places. I have always asked myself why children are allowed withing bar premises and even lodge in rooms behind joints? This is abuse of the highest order,” Lackson says.

And as we talk, we notice that the barman is delivering some two bottles of beer to the controversial occupants of the room. We wonder how they are communicating with the man behind the counter for the orders.

“Actually, these people are regulars here and more in that room. They are all married and their spouses don’t suspect anything,” says one of the joint’s errand boys.

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