
By Augustine Chisembele
Dear Mr Kasongo Supuni,
I assume you have changed your name to Tony Blair or Gordon Brown as I can imagine the English may have problems pronouncing your name like Mansa people. Anyway how is Britain? I thought the idea of our political independence was to chase away the white man …now following him all the way to Manchester is reversing our philosophy. Please assist me with a decent explanation. Don’t tell me you moved to Britain to cement your die-hard support for Man – U.
Are you still a rasta-man? . or you have changed the way of life. Maybe you are just playing one song from Bob Marley..survivor.
On my side, I’m learning Zulu in Jo’burg and contending with my white neighbors. If my boys accidentally kick the soccer ball into their yard, they don’t’ bother to go and knock at the gate to retrieve it. Instead they wait for my neighbors to ‘accidentally’ kick their rugby ball into my yard. At this stage, we just see our soccer ball flying back over the fence into our yard and we also return the favor. Some unwritten rules but works every time. Don’t me get wrong, I get along with all races except we all seem not to have time to socialize with neighbors. It is a complex issue but we have different languages, dietary requirements, religious inclination and the list goes on.
I have copied Kayenda on this email so that we can form our own ‘faceless’ book. As you have noticed, I have not yet jumped on face-book and twitter bandwagon. I eagerly await the next big ‘thing’. It might come from Kaputa or Malawi but that is a topic for futurists altogether.
How are you coping with snow in Britain with that Mansa kinky hairdo? My cousin always jokes that every country with some decent white population has snow…even here in RSA! I’m told with the shape of our noise and nature of our hair, snow conditions are always a health hazard. For one you may be taking in too much cold air besides the snow that collects on your head. God clearly created you to be in Africa. I suppose having stayed there for a while, you have now adapted. Thanks to God’s ingenuity.
Do you miss nshima, Kapenta, tute ne mbalala (Cassava and groundnut). And what about that Kafue bream. I’m sure there must be many substitutes for Kafue bream. You may go for prawns, calamari, shrimps or those headless fish they sell. Knowing you or should I say a man from Mansa prefer the head of the fish. I’m lucky I can access these home delicacies from Jo’burg markets.
Have you now adjusted to fast foods? I have failed to adjust to McDonalds, KFCs and the pizzas. I’m still old ‘fashioned’ when it comes to food. But on the other hand, my boys who were born ‘abroad’ have opposite attraction when it comes to food. They prefer fast-foods. And you know me with nshima, I miss it for just one day, the next day I will be feeling weak regardless of pizzas or burgers on the table!
By the way, I have to take panadol every-day because I’m ‘forced’ to speak English every day. You know me. I think in Bemba and the brain does the translation. This puts my brain on full duty-cycle continuously. My other concern is that I’m teaching my kids limited Bemba and Lala due to this constant English. It is tough life
Let me assure you that I’m not complaining, but just highlighting the life in the Diaspora. I know you may be thinking, ‘what is wrong with my home-boy, Jo’burg has all the nice roads, hospitals, big shopping malls, casinos etc’, well; the problem is that I cannot take them to Mansa.
Enjoy your stay in Britain.