Tukombo in Nkhata Bay is one place worth visiting – a place with a soul. It’s a small but growing trade center along the Lakeshore road with nothing much to offer but fishing and cassava growing.
We arrive around nine pm at a guest house belonging to one Dominic Banda, a young brother to late Aleke Kadonophani Banda. By the way, this is Banda land – chances are that for every person you meet he is Ada Banda or Nya Banda.
It’s dark and there’s nothing much to see. The guest wing is some 100 meters from the lake and the sounds of the lake waves assaulting the shore fill the night air. We’re too tired after driving all the way from Blantyre. We go to sleep.
I wake up early in the morning to observe the sunrise. I was there for some 30 minutes before the tiny sun ray emerged. I sat there admiring the lake turn from dark to glittering gold, any experience that left me longing Tukombo was my home forever.
As the sun gains height, the glittering increases. It’s a beautiful morning made more beautiful by the sunrise.