@Hopemalopa Inu find out why they rejected it.. not every thing is a sabotage. Environmental impact siya jokes.. He is using people like you to get away with the environmental laws. Anthu aku Dowa azakafa ndi pollution you will all blame the government. Go and find out why they have……
Hip hop albums with the biggest streaming debuts in US history:
#1 Scorpion 746M
#2 Certified Lover Boy 744M
#3 For All the Dogs 514M
#4 HER LOSS 513M
#5 ICEMAN 462M
#6 Tha Carter V 433M
#7 beerbongs & bentleys 431M
#8 Legends Never Die 423M
#9 Eternal Atake 400M
#10 More Life 385M
Anakuchita bwino, inu mwaiwala kut ndili first year munandilanda bottle la wine with your friend Vesho. I was with my then girlfriend munamuwuzaso kut she should stop giving me head ndiwaukulu kale.
This girl stays in Area 47, sector 3. Her name is Tiffany. She runs a saloon and a boutique at Gateway mall. And from that saloon, she says, she bought a Mazda Cx-5, a house in Area 10, and she will soon move out of Area 47 to her new house, she also travels at least once a quarter to Dubai, where she comes with very nice stuff. She tells her friends, the likes of Memory who are working at a small company, that "Y'all girls need to work hard. Don't be lazy. I work so hard. Also, ladies, know financial management. Know how to use your money." She tells them. The Memorys, the Chifundos, and the Beatrices are now under pressure, feeling they are not doing enough.
Yet, there is a blesser, Amolotoni, in a blue golf shirt giving her all the money in exchange for the apple. But nobody knows, except her bestie. We are pressurized by people whose dark corners to money, we don't know. Walk your walk, your lane, with dignity, with the hope that someday, the light will shine so bright on you.
It was in the warm September sun of Zomba in 2020, on my 28th birthday, when this photo was taken. The skies were clear, the air light, and everything about the day felt like it was unfolding exactly as it should. Martse was in Blantyre, staying at Phyzix’s house, and we picked him up outside Phyzix’s place as we set off for Zomba. He stepped into the car wearing a Man United jersey, Phyzix’s of course, and immediately set the tone. “Apa nde chi Phyzo chindipha. Dzulo ndangotenga jersey yake ina. Lero ndangotengaso ina. Koma zake izo. He is my bro,” he laughed.
The journey itself felt like a moving concert. He insisted on playing only his music, track after track, filling the car with his voice, his energy, his presence. What a narcissist, I must say but aren’t we all? By the time we reached Mulunguzi Dam, the day had already become something special. There, we found a group of people who instantly lit up at the sight of him. Without hesitation, we turned up the music and Martse performed right there, raw and unfiltered. The crowd went wild, drawn into the moment like it was a stage meant just for him.
Then, in a split second, the mood shifted. One guy tried to get too close, reaching out to touch him, and Martse snapped mid performance. “Aise ine ndi Martse, sungandigwire chonchi. Unayamba wakhalako close ndi celeb chonchi iweyo?” he said sharply. And just like that, he stopped rapping. No warning, no buildup, just a sudden, unmistakable line drawn. That was him. Unpredictable, unapologetic, real.
Later, as the sun softened and the day began to settle, we took a picture, this very one. He posted it on his Facebook page and told his fans to follow me. At the time, I was nobody in the public eye. One fan questioned it, commenting, “Tiwapange follow ngati ndani iwowa? Amapanga chani?”
Martse didn’t hesitate. “Mesa ndakuuza ndine? Just follow.”
Simple. Direct. That was his way, he didn’t explain himself twice.
Looking back, it wasn’t just a birthday, or a trip, or even a photo. It was a glimpse into who Martse was in his purest form, charismatic, unpredictable, and larger than life. What a character he was. Continue resting in peace Martse!