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The Misuku Coffee
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© Kapsata
The sun was setting in the horizon. I watched it and wondered if I will make it to the Misuku hills in Chitipa. I heard this paradise has been a tourist friend since its creation. Sunsets are beautifully watched while legs are crossed, hearts joined, and stolen glances exchanged.
At this hour the BU60 was cruising like Boeing 01, on the steep slopes of the Kyungu soil in the mountainous bushes that lies just kilometers away from the Kilombero City.
Here in Malawi, Karonga is best known with the nutritious-sweet-smelling rice (Kilombero) , an elastic-like corn meal commonly known as Kondoole locally and Kitimoto which is roasted pork meat mixed with hot chilli, tomatoes and onions. No body has visited Karonga if he or she hasn't tasted one of these, and we had already taken our portion before we proceeded to Misuku hills. I enjoyed the Kondoole with local chicken. One thing I liked about this meal is that, when you eat, you can take an eating break since this meal is digested slowly and releases it's energy consistently like an automated machine.
I looked on my wrist clock and the time was telling me that, Misuku hills wasn't ready to host us that day, so we had to go straight to Chitipa boma.
"hey buddy, I think at this hour let's just find a pilgrims nest at the boma" I told my driver with a lower little disappointed tone.
"oh yeah, perhaps we can ease ourselves, find some damsels to stretch out our backs on. It has been long time since we departed from our homes. I wonder who might have been dancing the rhymes in our absence over there". Frazer jokingly lighted everyone's face with a smile which chased away the down faces we had due to the fact that we were not touching the Misiku base that same day.
"lol, can we compare the daffodils from the Capitol, with the local chickens from this Land?" exclaimed Heather.
"I bet local chickens can test better than the hybrid ones. Don't you know that it takes years for the bones of a local one to mature but only months and it is ready for meal for the hybrid ones?" we all laughed how Joster referred these daughters to local chickens and hybrid.
Such was what kept our moods lighted up till we reached Chitipa. It was around 7 o'clock PM when we arrived and the atmosphere there, was like its dawning. Everyone was industrious with his or her business. From the truck and commodity merchants, loading bags of maize ready to cross the border, to the masters of food. The whole...
© Kapsata
The sun was setting in the horizon. I watched it and wondered if I will make it to the Misuku hills in Chitipa. I heard this paradise has been a tourist friend since its creation. Sunsets are beautifully watched while legs are crossed, hearts joined, and stolen glances exchanged.
At this hour the BU60 was cruising like Boeing 01, on the steep slopes of the Kyungu soil in the mountainous bushes that lies just kilometers away from the Kilombero City.
Here in Malawi, Karonga is best known with the nutritious-sweet-smelling rice (Kilombero) , an elastic-like corn meal commonly known as Kondoole locally and Kitimoto which is roasted pork meat mixed with hot chilli, tomatoes and onions. No body has visited Karonga if he or she hasn't tasted one of these, and we had already taken our portion before we proceeded to Misuku hills. I enjoyed the Kondoole with local chicken. One thing I liked about this meal is that, when you eat, you can take an eating break since this meal is digested slowly and releases it's energy consistently like an automated machine.
I looked on my wrist clock and the time was telling me that, Misuku hills wasn't ready to host us that day, so we had to go straight to Chitipa boma.
"hey buddy, I think at this hour let's just find a pilgrims nest at the boma" I told my driver with a lower little disappointed tone.
"oh yeah, perhaps we can ease ourselves, find some damsels to stretch out our backs on. It has been long time since we departed from our homes. I wonder who might have been dancing the rhymes in our absence over there". Frazer jokingly lighted everyone's face with a smile which chased away the down faces we had due to the fact that we were not touching the Misiku base that same day.
"lol, can we compare the daffodils from the Capitol, with the local chickens from this Land?" exclaimed Heather.
"I bet local chickens can test better than the hybrid ones. Don't you know that it takes years for the bones of a local one to mature but only months and it is ready for meal for the hybrid ones?" we all laughed how Joster referred these daughters to local chickens and hybrid.
Such was what kept our moods lighted up till we reached Chitipa. It was around 7 o'clock PM when we arrived and the atmosphere there, was like its dawning. Everyone was industrious with his or her business. From the truck and commodity merchants, loading bags of maize ready to cross the border, to the masters of food. The whole...
