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📍 Mood Café & Garden, Mzuzu
📅 Sunday, 2 August | 9:00 AM – 6:00 PM
My wife and I have made a list of five people we can sleep with if we ever get the chance.
She picked Brad Pitt, Sam Elliott, Tom Hardy, Kevin Costner, and Jon Hamm.
I’ve gone for her sister, her cousin, her best friend, the blonde UPS driver and the girl with big boobs at Dunkin’. Now I’m sleeping on the sofa because apparently she is not happy with my choices.
The Fourth Edition of the First Sunday Market will be live on the 2nd of August.
📍Mood Cafe & Garden, Mzuzu. 📷 2nd August, 2026. 📷 Entry: MK10,000 ⛩️
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📍Mood Cafe & Garden
🔴 5th July, 2026
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My take on The Polygamist series
I might get a lot of criticism from some ladies for saying this, but I believe it's the truth. I'm not trying to be controversial; I'm simply sharing my honest perspective.
I recently finished watching The Polygamist. First of all, I completely agree that Jonasi was wrong 100%, without question. His actions were unacceptable.
However, let's also talk about the people who knowingly became involved with him. Every woman who entered a relationship with Jonasi knew that he was married and had a wife, yet they chose to continue with the relationship. Later, when things fell apart and they were hurt or abandoned, they complained about the outcome. It's like knowingly walking into a fire and then being surprised when you get burned.
I do not support cheating in any way. But one thing about Jonasi is that he never hid the fact that he was married. His marital status was never a secret.
Take Sarah's mother, for example. The moment she discovered that Jonasi was married to Joyce, she had every reason to walk away. Instead, she stayed. Why? In my opinion, money and the lifestyle played a significant role.
Many of the women remained in that toxic situation because they did not choose themselves. They failed to value themselves enough to walk away. The reality is that many people who say, "I would never have stayed in that marriage," might have done exactly the same thing if they were in those circumstances.
After enduring humiliation, manipulation, and emotional abuse, some of these women still remained. Then later, they generalize and say, "All men are the same." But the question is: why stay in a situation that continuously hurts you when you have the opportunity to leave?
Joyce is another example. At one point, she was clearly shown that Jonasi was no longer committed to the marriage. She even signed divorce papers. Yet after everything that happened the embarrassment, the disrespect, and the humiliation, she still went back.
Personally, I don't think this is primarily a prayer issue. I think it's a mindset issue. Some of these women seemed to believe they could not survive, succeed, or be fulfilled without a man, and that mindset kept them trapped in a toxic environment.
The only people I truly feel sorry for are the children. They had no choice in any of this. The adults did.
Many of the women had opportunities to leave but chose to stay because they wanted the benefits that came with Jonasi money, status, power, and security. Unfortunately, those benefits came as a package deal, and the toxicity was part of that package.
Even the woman who had twins left Jonasi's brother and chose Jonasi instead. Why? Again, it appears that money, influence, and status were major factors. She wanted a shortcut to those things.
At the end of the day, my view is that none of these women deserve complete sympathy for the choices they knowingly made. They saw the warning signs, ignored them, and stayed.
The lesson here is simple: choose yourself. Value yourself. Respect yourself. The moment you put your self-worth above money, status, or convenience, you stop settling for relationships that destroy your peace.
Mzuzu you are golden.
A successful second edition of the First Sunday Market was held at Mood Cafe and Garden.
Photo Credits 📸 @Vyral13 x @Ray_QBanda#FSMMZ#UwunsoNdiMsika
I had a mesho in college who had a habit of becoming born again now and again, especially close to exams or whenever he was chasing one of those holy holy girls. Suddenly he would stop drinking, start dressing properly, speaking softly and quoting Bible verses like a pastor’s apprentice. He would avoid me and my drunkard friends like we carried demons. But whenever he relapsed back into our sinful ways, he would immediately come looking for me and my drinking sprees. And when drunk, he loved screaming obscenities at the top of his voice in the middle of the night like a mad prophet.
So as usual, he became born again because of a certain premed girl he was interested in. He dressed decently, stayed sober and avoided my company completely. This time around it lasted so long that I genuinely thought perhaps the Lord had finally captured him for good. Then one night, while I was watching a series, I heard someone outside screaming obscenities. The voice sounded painfully familiar. Moments later, a friend knocked and said, “You need to go get your mesho. He is outside someone’s room causing chaos.” I rushed there and found him completely wasted. He was standing outside the room of a certain guy we called Atsogo. Atsogo was the spiritual father of the premed girl my mesho had been pursuing. The corridor was crowded. Doors were slightly open. People were peeping from inside rooms enjoying the drama.The moment my mesho saw me he pointed and shouted, “Nawenso mesho ma*** ako. Nawenso sumafuna ndigwire mwana yu!”
The premed girl was there too, crying and begging him to leave Atsogo alone.Apparently, after months of pursuing her, escorting her to church and behaving like a redeemed man, she had finally told him, “I am sorry, but I cannot date you. My spiritual father had a vision and says he sees no future between us. So you must stop talking to me and stop coming to church with me.” So naturally, he went to drink and came looking for Atsogo. He kept screaming, “Atsogo, I know your intentions you horny bastard! You want this girl. Come out and face me idiot!”
After trying to calm him down failed, I simply grabbed him and dragged him back to the room. He kept shouting nonsense the entire way back. The moment he hit the bed, he passed out within https://t.co/hrnAf7HJJW the weeks that followed, Atsogo indeed started dating the girl. This infuriated my mesho even further. Although he had stayed sober for a while after the incident, hearing that news pushed him straight back into https://t.co/pYnyqJwr7m night he got drunk again, he walked through the corridors loudly describing the anatomy of the girl’s hidden parts in disturbing detail. He kept saying Atsogo was eating what he had already eaten and discarded. He even nicknamed him “Neneli Onyenga.” Yet the truth was my mesho had not even kissed the girl. The next day, the girl came crying to our room begging him to tell people the truth because the rumours had ruined her relationship with Atsogo. My mesho told her he could indeed correct the story, but to do so he needed courage, and courage only came through alcohol. Therefore she had to buy him a full crate of Green.
The girl believed him and sent him money for a whole crate and some extra money.That night, after finishing almost the entire crate, my mesho staggered through the corridors again screaming, “Atsogo, she came to my room again. I ate her again and she gave me money to drink to express her gratitude towards my good performance!”