Most
of the places had never been visited by performers of any description,
let alone a crazy white man telling jokes in Chinyanja, but
the audiences were wild for it. After each show, the audience
would sing for us in return. There's a great tradition of choral
singing in the area, and after a few moments of working out
who'd sing each part, the crowd would suddenly launch into a
gobsmackingly beautiful song, in four-part harmony. It was fantastic.
At the end of one gig, a man came over and shook Andy's hand,
saying how pleased he was that a Mzungu (white man) had come
to tell jokes in Chinyanja - something that had never happened
before. I thought Andy was going to cry.