AT A DRINKING POINT

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali An afternoon, chilly Clouds broken, and no rains Every table was occupied Waiters spiced up the occasion Next to my table, sat a beautiful young woman A college lecturer, from her conversation on the phone I was about to offer the woman a drink of her choice A man not far from where I was sitting Shouted on top of his filthy voice, which I regretted hearing "On my bill! Give the beautiful lady drinks!" Annoyed, I quickly emptied my glass down my stomach And sped off to another bar