Said it a time ago that even if everyone else doesn't back up Infantino, CAF would back him up. Because it's in African DNA to support corrupt leadership.
This is criminal pricing mechanism @AirtelMalawiPlc
If you're a moderate user, 450 mins won't be enough but u also can't finish e 2.2k mins so u don't wanna spend the 15k for all those mins. So u stuck with 450 mins @ a cost half the 2.2k mins, and yet may not be enafu anyways
So nobody can come up with counterfeit cars? I really donโt mind driving a Lambogigi Urusco or a Ranger Rovovo I should just be able to afford it๐ญ
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On Fridays, he would always call and ask, "Lero mukumwera kuti?" Sometimes we would end up together, sometimes we would not. On one such Friday, we did. He arrived with what was, at the time, perhaps one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen in Blantyre. Our usual meeting spot was Kaya Lounge. We were both in our early twenties. He pulled me aside and whispered, "Gyan, chinacho chili chokha nde mungathe kumvana nacho." I was excited. I immediately started buying her Hunters Gold, while he did the same for the girl he had come with. The understanding was simple: we would split the bill at the end. About two hours into the night, my friend's girl received a phone call. She stepped outside to answer it, came back a few minutes later, and we carried on chatting. Roughly an hour later, she announced that she was leaving because her "cousin" had come to pick her up. Before leaving, she turned to the other girl and asked, "Iweyo usala?" The girl replied, "No, mesa tinabwera limodzi." My friend was furious. I was disappointed too, but I pretended not to care. He started arguing with the girls as they all walked outside, leaving me alone at the table. His phone was still there with me. After more than thirty minutes without any sign of him, I decided to go outside and see what was happening. There was a full-blown commotion in the car park. The so-called cousin had arrived with two men. My friend assumed one of them had come to collect his girl, and he kept shouting, "That is fine, but at least pay the bill first! I cannot get them drunk for you to just come and take them. I know this trick!" The men tried to drive off, but he blocked the car and even took the keys. A crowd quickly gathered and, after hearing his side of the story, most people actually sided with him. The two men, however, refused to pay. In the end, my friend insisted that if the men would not settle the bill, then the girls themselves had to pay for every Hunters Gold they had drunk before leaving. Back then, a bottle was around MK800, which was not a small amount of money. Eventually, the two men drove off, leaving the girls behind. I quietly paid only for my six bottles of Green, left my friend there with the two girls. Later that same night, we bumped into each other again at Blues. To my surprise, he was still with the two girls, and they were all happily dancing together. He smiled at me and said, "Amwene, chimfachi chayamba kukufunsani kale." I ignored him because, by then, I had already concluded that those two girls were trouble. Looking back, I sometimes imagine this is probably how, centuries ago, the strongest men simply took women from one another!
Its high time we reduce of cut alcohol intake, tamwapo izi basi, ma case ama kidney failure amongst men in my age gap are starting to scare the day lights out of me