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Patience’s worthwhile patience

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With Richard Chirombo:

Other men, finding tasks such as washing, cooking and house-sweeping tedious, resort to the easy way out: marriage!

They are pushed to a corner we call marriage because they are not ‘courageous’ enough to do the washing, cooking, sweeping. Cowards! Ha! Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!

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I am kidding. I know marriage is good. Like, nothing beats companionship.

You see, we look at life in our own way.

If we did not, we would be predictable to a fault. We would be churning out predictable outcomes. In terms of love, for example, we would— if we were so predictable that others would read through our actions— be showing too much commitment to human affairs with too little love to show for it.

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Fortunately, we are different individuals, programmed — by nature? — to do things our own way.

That is why others – I mean, men and women— marry at a tender age of 13 years and live “happily thereafter”. While the laws, of this country, of course, do not permit such things, some people, in their foolishness, believe that they can always find their way. That is why they marry at 13 years. Foolhardy.

Then, there are others who ‘overtake’ the 20s, 30s, 40s only to marry at the ripe, old age of 50 years or, as they choose, 60 years. Well, marriage by choice!

Like all of us, gospel musician Patience Namadingo has his way of looking at life; doing things.

In his way, he engages at 29 years.

Actually, in his way, he engages to Rehanna, 26.

In his way, Patience engages Rehanna when the year is 2019.

That is Patience for you.

Well, I think Patience has done well for, as recently as 2013/14, I used to see him in Zomba, strumming the guitar at the Chanco Car Park.

He would wear a kabudula and, every now and then, look at it— maybe to see if it was ending at the knee! Batchala amadziyang’anira yekha paja! Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!

And, so, Patience could, every 10 minutes or so, after strumming the guitar, look at the kabudula. I think it was white. Was it black? Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!H a!Ha!Ha!

Well, not far from now, when our Dear Patience marries— I hope it is not in the Bahamas. Maybe he should go to Bahamas for honeymoon!— he will no longer look at his kabudula with his two eyes.

In fact, he will not even be ‘given the visa’ to wear a kabudula outside the house premises. Woman power. Ha! Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!H a!Ha!Ha!Ha!

There will be someone, Rehanna, to tell him not to wear kabudula! Someone to tell him what to wear and how to look.Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha! Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!

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