There’s no place like Lake Malawi..
Recently my personal professional goals and work yanked me from a place that cannot be matched by any achievement in this life or the..maybe even the next! Social media has become a means by which well-meaning friends’ share their fantastic weekends at the Lake, as a way of letting me know I am sorely missed. Sore is the operative! Post cards were better back in the day you could stick them on the fridge and expose yourself to the trauma once a while, it didn’t pop up on your deadline sprawled desk or taunt you from your smart phone!
Lake Malawi is a beautiful effortless boast of God’s bounty. Lost in a strange land, belittled by complexes and sky scrapers I can only long for the waves that kiss and the sands that caress. I am ashamed to own that the Lake experience is nothing short of sensuous but I am by no means a creature that swims against the current of nature.
My favourite spot at the lake is not at the lovely manicured commercial parts where jet skiing and water sport are noisy and loud. My piece of heaven is tucked away in a little bungalow, a private beach at a little known place that is both quaint and dreamy, romantic and real…untouched, rugged, fresh and like a piece of heaven brought on to express the greater things to come. A post card from heaven would attach a caption “coming to a paradise near you”!
The lodge in Senga Bay is humble in its beckoning but a complete fantasy in its welcome and totalitarian keeper element. It is love at first sight when you lie in the bed with smells of freshly caught Kapango on the grill, sizzling in garlic sauce and competing with Chambo goujons dancing in tabasco at one’s bedside. The mauve and azure blends of ribbons in the horizons taunt lovers into a thoughts of silent dances , the chirping crickets invite humans to lose themselves in the orchestra as the silver sands glisten in the evening sun. Silhouettes of fishermen launching into the deep for a night of waves and fish are intrusive on the bungalow walls as Baobabs throw their arms in worship of their Creator. Its magical I tell you, it’s awesome, its private, its luxurious, its set in a scene so natural, in a corner of the earth the nastiness of time and responsibility and work cannot touch…it’s Africa!
Wherever you live in the world it’s a weekend well spent when you can kick your sandals off and soak your feet in the warm freshwater lake, you can giggle when the basins in the rocks provide a place for live fishes to dance between your toes and soothe you with Mother Nature’s blend of unparalleled pedicure… It’s truly amazing to sit under a happy blue sky and listen to the comforting sounds of the waves stroking the beach in gentle uneven rubs. The distant sound of village children laughing and echoes of singing women signal that all is well in the world, it is as it was meant to be here. As I close my eyes and dream of endless serendipity, a gourmet chef places a chilled glass of Rose in my hand and smiles – Welcome to paradise also known as Malawi. Takulandirani.