THE TOWN WHERE EVERYBODY SWEATS
My First Moments. Hooting not a distant far. Trains moving at a snails pace. The weather is hot. As I seat, sipping my salty water outside, the fullness of life can not be ignored. The Kabaza (bicycle taxi) men passing through at a constant rate. The bikes are very well labelled. "Amzunga 1, Chisale Transport etc". They resemble vanity number plates. The cyclists work hard. Making a few hundred kwachas a day, or well, over a thousand or several thousands a day. The inter mixture of cultures is also evident. The Yao and Chichewa languages are the ones you will find here. Balaka is a town of life. Everybody sweats. The vendors sweat to make money. For some like me, we also sweat because Balaka is hot. Literally, Balaka is a town where everybody sweats. Before I go back to where I came from, I chose to observe life around here. This is the second time I am in this southern district. Balaka is just as Lilongwe. The roads are bad. Excerpt for the tarmac passing through