Katwishi's Story: A Tale of Golf, Business, and Misadventure

Katwishi's Booming Business

Katwishi, is a 17 year old boy from Mwense. He is a student at Mwense Boys Secondary School and also a vendor at the school where he sells sweetcorn fritters. His business has become so successful that Badia Entrepreneurs Ltd is considering acquiring his small business and grooming him to become even more successful.
Katwishi goes to visit his relatives in Lusaka one school holiday. It is his first time in Lusaka and he is excited to be shown around town by his older cousin, Shula. Shula is an avid golfer and so the cousins spend a lot of time at Lusaka Golf Club. One day, the cousins meet Lombe, an amateur golfer, playing a round of golf.
The conversation they have goes like this: Lombe: “Hey Shula, long time! How are you? Who’s your friend?”
Shula: “Hey, good good. This is my little cousin Katwishi.”

Katwishi: “Hullo.”
Lombe: “Little cousin?! Wow you’re pretty big for your age. I could have sworn you were just about my age if not slightly older. Nice to meet you.” Katwiwshi: Shula: “Sooooo ummmmm….I don’t normally see you out here on a Saturday.
What’s up?”
Lombe: “Look over there.” (pointing to a billboard some distance away) Katwishi: “Awesome! A brand-new whip!!!”
Lombe: “That’s right kid. I hope I can get it. My bike was stolen a while back so
I need a way to get around. Now you guys be my witnesses and watch this.” Lombe swings his club and the ball rolls to achieve a hole in one. The trio go to collect Lombe’s prize but the golf club refuses to deliver the vehicle.
Later in the evening as Shula and Katwishi head home, they pass by the neighbourhood mall. Shula wants to have her hair done so she starts window shopping for hair extensions. Not wanting to wait around Katwishi decides to go home alone. On his way he buys some snacks in one of the shops and as he is exiting the mall, he sees a motorbike which he stops to admire. He thinks it could really help with distribution in his sweetcorn fritter business. 30 year old Lishanya: “Hey man. You like it?”
Katwishi: “Sure. It’s spectacular.”
Lishanya: “I can sell it to you. It’s really old and needs a lot of work. I think
K12,000 is a fair amount.”
Katwishi: “Ayi???...ummm…”
Lishanya: “The ladies will love you for it”.
Katwishi: “Okay!!...But I’m only giving you half now and half tomorrow.”
Lishanya: “That’s fine. As long as you give me your details so that I can find you.”
Katwishi: “Alright. I’ll give you the details of my Uncle and Aunty.”
Katwishi uses his cellphone banking to transfer some money to Lishanya (money which he made himself from his business). He hides the motorbike in the tool shed at his Uncle’s home where he knows no one will see it.
Two days later, when nobody is around, Katwishi takes the bike out for a spin. He rides near the mall where he first bought the motorbike and he is stopped by traffic police at a road block who discover he has no driver’s license. Katwishi’s guardians are called.
There is more bad news for Katwishi when his Uncle and Aunty arrive. They say they received a call from a certain “Lishanya” who was apparently demanding payment of the remaining balance of “a motorbike”, failure to which, he would sue. They demand to know if Katwsishi knows anything about that.
More still, Shula comes with Lombe, who is claiming that the motorbike in question is his and he wants it back. He has proof of ownership and a police report to say he had reported a theft.