A SHORT ACCOUNT FROM CHIRUNGA
It has been
slightly over two months since I set foot at Chirunga. Those who like to be
overly proud of this place like to call it the college God loved most. Since I
choose to believe that I am still new to this place, I do not fully appreciate
the truth of this statement.
Overlooking
Zomba Mountain most of my afternoons, the view I get is so refreshing. One of
the things I have come to deeply appreciate is the academic environment feeling.
The scenery
is exceptional and everything just feels woven together.
Chancellor College, Zomba, Malawi |
My writing
today is in appreciation of the diversity and oneness that is openly exhibited
here. The student’s community is composed of people from different walks of
life, tribes and regions of the world. The exception is that, Chirunga is also
arguably the largest college that offers higher education to people with
disabilities such as the blind, the deaf and those who cannot walk on their
own.
However,
this being the case, once you get here, you just get assimilated into the
culture. If you meet a blind fellow struggling to locate a place or having
trouble moving around, you just assume that responsibility and act in love.
The Great Hall, Chancellor College, Zomba, Malawi |
As we are
meant to believe that a lot of mischief happens here, people at Chanco are
loving despite these happenings which I am not in a position to dispel.
Two weeks
or so ago, some fellows were expelled from school for acting disorderly. The
school had installed new security lighting shortly after the semester had
started. But for these two folks, their inner beings told them to smash each
one of the numerous lights that lit the corridors.
Another was
expelled after going to a ladies’ hostel where he demanded for money for his
supper, after being denied the same, he assaulted one of them. Now he has begun
a new chapter in his life.
All this
talking, writing, storytelling is just going round a circle expecting to find
an end.
The truth
of the matter is that I wanted to talk about “Ze Kwaya”.
These
fellows are so talented; the best song composers you will ever find. If
companies are looking to hire innovative individuals, “Ze Kwaya” is a pool of
such innovation.
They are so
hardworking; imagine how they sang from Zomba to Lilongwe on a sports trip
without getting tired.
The choir master is a mysterious soul, for where the
obscenities come from, you never know, until you realise it’s that song from
your church clothed in new lyrics.
I want to
stay here for some more time. Each day is a new day, and I am loving the
accounts I am keeping. Soon, I will start presenting them in an orderly manner,
at least once a month. They will tackle politics, humour, religion and whatever
humans can read.
To realise
my dream of staying here for a long time, I am going to read and read some
more, and I will not go to Chikanda of course.
*Ze Kwaya is an informal group of students who sing uncontrollably at student gatherings, sports trips and many other occasions. Their songs are usually obscene songs you would never imagine.
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