{"id":53942,"date":"2017-09-22T07:39:50","date_gmt":"2017-09-22T05:39:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.times.mw\/?p=53942"},"modified":"2017-09-22T07:39:50","modified_gmt":"2017-09-22T05:39:50","slug":"laughing-at-zamadulas-expense","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.times.mw\/index.php\/2017\/09\/22\/laughing-at-zamadulas-expense\/","title":{"rendered":"Laughing at Zamadula\u2019s expense"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once, in the series that has stood the taste of time called \u2018Pamajiga\u2019, there starred a man whose sense of humour could stir a deep contentment even in the best sceptic.<\/p>\n<p>In those days, when the nation was still reeling from the intoxicating power of sleep, in could come Zamadula\u2014 of course, he was starring alongside other people in \u2018Pamajiga\u2019; notably Anyoni\u2014to stir the nation into wakefulness.<\/p>\n<p>Now, I was young, and never had the opportunity to see Zamadula in action. In fact, I did not even know that I would come face to face with him someday; for meeting Zamadula was a dream too true to believe.<\/p>\n<p>So, I got to understand the man through the medium we call radio. In the morning, from quarter-to-six to a minute-to-six or there-about, I would rise up from whatever dream wanted to interrupt me, tune in to the radio [you know which radio] and pay all attention to Zamadula.<\/p>\n<p>Thanks, of course, to my father\u2014 Leviano Simon Chirombo\u2014 for buying a Nzeru radio set for the house. And \u2014 should I say thanks again? \u2014 thanks to my father again, who was heard calling me Zamadula several times. Whenever I was behaving like a clown, my father would pick me out of a crowd by calling me Zamadula. It is just now that I have come to realise that they knew each other, which is not surprising because Zamadula\u2019s village is two villages away from mine somewhere in Dedza.<\/p>\n<p>Whatever the case, the radio set and my being called Zamadula by my father prompted me to keep in touch with Zamadula\u2019s adventures. I remember that term \u2018adventure\u2019 because, in those early years, my English teacher\u2014 who used to call me Robert, and not Richard. I do not know why\u2014 introduced that word to my limited lexicon.<\/p>\n<p>That teacher, I remember very well, was Mrs Gondwe, who used to stay in what we called Admarc houses in Salima District in those days; days so sweet that it hits me as sad that they are gone.<\/p>\n<p>The next time I came across the word adventure was when I came across Richard Mwale\u2019s book, Adventures of Pyoka Milimo. I must say that I stumbled upon that book, as I was coming from \u201cmy Magisa\u201d\u2014 as I used to call the secondary school I was going to in those days.<\/p>\n<p>A man, probably in his early 20s, was low on cash. Penniless sounds ruthless. And, so, he asked me to pay K20 to get the book. That is in 1997. I bought it, upon chancing on the words \u2018adventure\u2019 and enjoyed reading it from cover to cover.<\/p>\n<p>Pyoka Milimo is nasty. Really nasty. It is sad that I lost the novella. I am willing to buy one. But this is not the issue today.<\/p>\n<p>The issue is about the adventures of Zamadula.<\/p>\n<p>Well, although I did not have a chance to watch Zamadula do what he knew best live, I was lucky to meet him in a strange place: His garden in Mng\u2019ona Village, Traditional Authority Kamenyagwaza, Dedza.<\/p>\n<p>I mean, when the Zamadula was with us in this world.<\/p>\n<p>He was a vegetable farmer. That time, he was harvesting the world\u2019s most common fruit called tomato.<\/p>\n<p>As we walked from one maize field to another with my cousin, my cousin just asked: \u201cDo you know Zamadula of Pamajiga?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I said no.<\/p>\n<p>He said: \u201cYou will receive a miracle today! You will talk to Zamadula\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>I could not believe it.<\/p>\n<p>He then introduced me to a man who was busy picking tomatoes.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is Zamadula,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p>I thought he was joking, but my cousin\u2014 let me mention his name, and may his soul rest in peace: his name was Nisphore Gervasio Chirombo\u2014played a fast one on me by saying that he would prove his words by asking Zamadula to laugh the way he used to do in \u2018Pamajiga\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Upon which Zamadula burst into laughter; the kind that gets him in trouble in one radio advert. In the advert, one persona asks him [in this case, Zamadula is trading as \u2018Chikadzakuwani\u2019]: \u201c<em>Ambwana Chikadzakuwani, bwanji mukukhosomolera makasitomala mmaso?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Goodness me; it was a dream come true.<\/p>\n<p>His laughter was, as in \u2018Pamajiga\u2019, infectious.<\/p>\n<p>And you can just imagine that I got it for free!<\/p>\n<p>What better relief can one find than meeting a national hero like Zamadula, who had to laugh, in my presence, for free.<\/p>\n<p>As someone said, see you again Zamadula, a hundred years from now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once, in the series that has stood the taste of time called \u2018Pamajiga\u2019, there starred a man whose sense of humour could stir a deep contentment even in the best sceptic. 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