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HINGEFINKLE'S LOGBOOK (Sixteenth Instalment)
The Grumpy Griffin
Our flight from the profiteering villagers of Gwyngrasping could hardly have been described as a planned retreat. We found ourselves, as I think I have already mentioned, in the uplands to the north, and while you slept on by the spent embers of our camp-fire the following morning, I wondered where we should wander next. It was not at all difficult to decide, my dear little Alias, for there is one place among those uplands which no traveller should miss, even when burdened by a heavy load: I mean, of course, the towering mountain Yr Wyddfa, overlooking the pure and unruffled waters of Llyn Dinas to the south and Llyn Peris to the north. There, I thought, we would find peace and solitude; a respite from the rigours of the road, and refreshment for our spirits after the ugly affair of the persecution of the Unicorn. It just goes to show how mistaken one can be.
And so we wandered north once more, and spent the night in a little village with an unmemorable name, deep in a green river-valley. It was rather a depressing visit; one of the nobles of the town had embarrassed himself considerably by stabbing his faithful hound to death when his anger ought to have been vented on a pack of wolves, and as a consequence the people were terribly miserable, and spent the entire evening discussing in gloomy tones a suggestion that they should rename the village after the deceased animal (the animal itself lay on a bier in the village square - a massive wolfhound with shaggy grey hair and yellow teeth). As we left in the morning, I thanked the villagers for their hospitality and told them that the name-change was a good idea, and that indeed, it might even succeed in putting their village on the map.
It was fortunate for us that the days were growing long, for it is three miles as the crow flies from that village to the top of Yr Wyddfa, and the route we were compelled to take was full of meanders, dead ends and dangerous precipices. But as we climbed steadily past great cascades of slate to higher altitudes, it seemed as though all of Cambria was visible from the mountainside. We trod among delicate ferns, club-mosses and low-growing alpine flowers, you riding on my back in the dangerous parts, and scampering on ahead of me when the path was safe. The pure waters of the little lakes, Nadroedd, Coch and Glas, filled with mountain dew, quenched our thirst, you drinking with your little lips against my cupped hands. You gaped with amazement at the mysterious floating islands, adrift on the waters, and I waded about for a while, partly in order to cool my sweaty legs, and partly to see whether or not I could confirm the report of one of the foremost authorities about the region of Yr Wyddfa, who asserts:
Yr Wyddfa’s pools - with isles afloat,
Where no man ever stepped,
By winds blown, each like a boat -
Nadroedd, Coch and Glas yclep’t,
Where eel and trout and perch do glide
Like birds in welkin blue,
And all the fish are single eyed
Whilst other fish have two;
Yr Wyddfa’s pools, sweet bowls of dew,
Made pure by mountain air,
When man or maiden bathe in you,
They emerge more young and fair.
The waters were undoubtedly invigorating, but my attempts to catch the fish were frustrated, and it was with some reluctance that I allowed you to coax me away, so that at last we passed through the clouds and onto the summit, where, as I thought, we would rest and eat some of the sandwiches provided by the unhappy people of Deadgelert.
Very well then, my dear boy, it was very silly of me. All of that physical exertion must have clouded my memory, or I would have recalled those other stanzas of the famous bard, and I would not have made the final ascent without preparing some sort of a strategy. I admit that I failed to remember, until the moment when I saw the creature with my own eyes, atop the utmost crag of Yr Wyddfa, cleaning her enormous, hooked beak on a great, hollow stone. Nor can I blame you for shouting “Yikes!” I should have said something similar, had I not momentarily lost all powers of speech - but your cry caught the creature’s attention, and with a strange, guttural sound half-way between a screech and a roar, she swished her hairy tail, spread her enormous wings, and soared down to meet us. It is to your great credit that you did not try to run away, but then, perhaps you would have done so, had the bard’s words been familiar to you:
Yr Wyddfa’s crag, with hollowed stone -
Whetstone of the great Eagle
Who waits to gnaw on human bone
With beak like agraffe evil.
She sits atop Yr Wyddfa’s crag,
Drools with anticipation.
She’d tear my flesh like bits of rag
And glut to satiation.
Sentinel on the longest day,
And when the slate is crazed with rime,
She knows the place to take her prey
But does not know the time.
“Hum,” I said when my voice returned, “it’s not an eagle at all, but a Griffin!
THE RAINBOW NEWSPAPER - PAGE 13
ZINDABAH MWANZAH-News Kid on the Block
A GLANCE at and chat with this young Zindabah Mwanzah reveals a hidden fact that the gentle man is indeed as intelligent as his smile.
And given that he is a rising star on the Zambian television scene and marks himself as a humble and likable lad despite the star symbol associated with regular appearances on the big screen. Ndelumuna Kapela, a trainee teacher, Peter Phiri , a Grade 10 pupil and Mutale Nkumbula were present during the interview
Here is a question and answered session Zindabah firstname.lastname@example.org gave to Rainbow photo-journalist, Derrick Sinjela in Lusaka:-
1. Firstly, dear what are your full names?
I am 15 years old, live in a family of six (6) and stay in Chilenje South. I must add that it is a humble household, not exaggerated like our colleagues “Bolemela maningi” (literally translated to mean the filthy rich). I am the first born son, 12-year-old Kwame, a brother follows, and then there is Miriam, now in Grade 7 at Eagle Nest School opposite Libala High School. Our third born is 10-year-old Bessie, who is in Grade 9 at Eagles Nest. The fourth son born is 5-year-old Lizwelitini, now in preschool with Sipiwe and Shuko both 3 year-old twins are our last family members.
Mr. Tenthani Mwanzah and Mrs. Priscilla Mwanzah are my parents while my grand parents were David Kanjoka Mwanzah and Bessie Mwanzah on my father’s side while on my mother’s side I only knew my grandmother Bessie Ngulube. She sadly passed on to be with the Lord Jesus Christ recently.
My grandparents always thought of me highly and treated me as the best grandchild, even when I was young David Kanjoka loved me so much.
2. What sort of man/gentleperson are you?
I am a very tolerant person, and I do not like following the law to the last dot in the book. I am flexible I blend in but I get emotional especially when I recall the loss of my grandfather, David Kanjoka Mwanzah.
3. Are you married?
(Bursts into laughter) No! No! No! I am not married because I still have a toll order before I get to the matrimonial bridge. But for now my goal is to complete my academic qualification and get into the journalism fraternity like you (author). My aim is to get a good job in the media.
4. What are some of your educational qualifications?
I am in Grade Nine (9) at Matero Secondary School). Brother Carmine who founded this school in 1966 is my mentor. The current headmaster is Jalimi Friday. Matero is a mission school run by teachers from outside Zambia. For now I can mention just two names brother Bernard and Julius, who are from Kenya.
Brother Carmine has inspired me and as you may be aware Brothers are not allowed to have biological children, so these mentors here are my role models. If they can maintain their chastity, then I suppose I can also wait for the right time by abstaining from sex.
5. How did you find yourself in this industry in particular as a presenter at Muvi Television?
They were auditions held some time ago, God put in me a lot of confidence on that material day. I believe that without it, especially in television on can literally fail to make the graced. I prayed to God and thankfully, He listened and eventually I was lucky to be chosen as a co-presenter.
6. Your being a co-presenter of the Muvi TV Breakfast with the Kids and Teens programme, obviously, you must have a passion for journalism? But why Television?
I like discovering things, I am outgoing. I also like national issues and was pleased to represent Zambia by covering the funeral of the late third Republican President, Levy Patrick Mwanawasa State Counsel. I have met great people like KK (Dr Kenneth David Kaunda), whom I have dined with, Patriotic Front leader Michael Chilufya Sata, Ken Ngondo from the All Peoples Party but yet to meet Second Republican President Dr Frederick Chiluba. I have not yet had an opportunity to meet Dr Chiluba but if you do can contact his spokesperson, Emmanuel Mwamba give him my mobile (0966873388). Mwamba later spoke to Zindabah and pledged to schedule an appointment.
7. What do you love the most about journalism and television?
I love meeting people and traveling.
8. How has this privilege affected your personality?
I am still the same person, same as before my experience and media exposure. I am the same person but off course people always get interested to meet and interact with me. I have managed to cope though, it is a challenge as I find it difficult at times but all things being equal it is nice to be appreciated and recognised as a public figure.
9. Tell me your first day as a Breakfast with the Kids and Teens co-presenter at Muvi Television?
My first day was a humbling experience; many people think television is easy. I remain indebted to my Producer, Augustine Lungu who made me learn the ropes. Lungu has always been an understanding leader. I started a job on training but now I can safely say that I am familiar as I have blended into TV.
10. What does it take to be a presenter o
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