02/01/2026
MUSE FROM LUNZU
As I was heading home, I boarded a bus going to Limbe. I found this certain girl sitting with her big bucket, and as I sat down she tried to move it out of my way since it was resting on my lap, but I told her it was okay. I took my phone from my pocket and started reading posts on Facebook to pass time. As the bus was about to be full, a certain girl entered and sat next to me.
A driver kuzailiza bonjonjo njonjo hamu. The girl I found in the bus started viewing TikToks or Facebook reels, one of those things, and it came to a post with that song inatchuka "it’s you, me , us" chani chani uko. I noticed the girl who boarded last mouthing the lyrics akuzitcholatchola. She caught my attention, then I started looking at her, examining her.
"ah ah Kani takhala ndi stoko? sitimaona", uyu mkazi wina scrolling wadutsa ma videos angapo a azimayi olalata kudzabwera kanyimbo stoko kuzazigwedeza akuyimba. Mwini phone mkuzapanga scroll nyimbo yatha. Then someone was dropping off so ka stoko kanatsika kupeleka njira. Ine mumtima mkudzati "komatu uyu asapite kumbuyo ndimuone bhobho pafupipa". Conducter mkuzati "kumbuyo apite aku limbe". Kamtima kanga mkudzakhala pansi uku ndikuyamikila conductor "umakwana".
The girl next to me scrolled to a video with an amapiano song, stoko kuyamba kuvina mosaonetsela. By then she was biting her bag for no reason, akuzaima cha mbali ine kuona nyashi, ndati yah "jah bless,amen pati".
Calmly, she still sat next to me even after space opened up.Honestly, by then I was hooked on seeing what was up with her because I loved her whole demeanor and vibe, stoko wayamba kupopa masaya, kenako kumakhalangati akuimba nyimbo, kuzaluma bungle, and in my mind I was like "wow mkazi uyu ndi okongola".
Something about her felt calm, childish, playful, and fun, and I loved every moment of just looking at her.On top of that, a few scars here and there, but she was beautiful , imagine I don’t like ma artificial nails koma apo ndinalibhe nazo ntchito.I looked at her, but there was nothing I needed other than to experience whatever she was in that moment. I didn’t even want to talk to her or ask for her number. A certain lady dropped off from our seat and panali space, koma anakhalabhe mogundana nane ngati tilipobhe anthu folo.
She dropped off at her stage and I didn’t feel any loss for not trying to talk to her, but I knew that that experience had to be documented somehow. "I should try to write something about her". "A story? A poem?" She was like the moment between having the ice cream you wanted in your hands and putting it in your mouth and I guess I was okay with not taking it further than experiencing that moment, because I don’t eat ice cream.
Zikomo ku High Roof.
