Someone sent this to me and I thought I should share it with my fellow malawianas. Enjoy

When my face she sees you, she go brite like a flower my hart, Eish, she goes doof doof doof , like hailstones on the roof of my shack in freedom park. I nearly died.

You my dulling, you like a rose You stink of nice smell, and look red when you put on make-up. Ngiya thanda too mush.

You even make my mtondo dance and shake like thees. But you make it me so so heppi, that I just....eish want to do another things.

Then after the ackshun, i just hang and get reddy for more ackshun.

Haibo, you make it me so heppy, wena.

Seri-uuus