“As it is here, around 11am, I will be arriving in the city [of Blantyre] tomorrow in the afternoon around 3pm. I will to spend the rest of night walking. Just roughly, I will to spend over 24 hours pushing this bicycle of mine,” explained a man I met somewhere in Kunthembwe, Blantyre rural in Chileka. The place is close to Mpatamanga, a site that borders Blantyre and Neno districts.
I nodded my head while starring at him, and never wanted to further hear him talking for I felt very sorry [for him]. Salting the wound, the day was as hot as hell and, he was already on an empty berry, sweating and, too, panting as a hunting dog.
The man had carried four bags of charcoal that were meant to be sold here in Blantyre city. Although he looked chatty and ready to keep conversating with me, I discontinued the short chat, not because I never wanted to, but I wanted not to tire him as his journey was freshly starting. And the whole essence of me doing that was the sorry I had for him as I have already said.
Facts are that, from the place to the city, it is a distance of over 70 kilometers. He was walking, and not just walking, but pushing a bicycle carrying bags of charcoal. All this, the man was doing for survival of him and his family.
“This is how we survive here basitu. We hardly cultivate as our lands are barren because we cannot afford fertilizer. This charcoal business is our paramount survival. When we sell this charcoal at whatever amount, we use the money to buy maize and other items, and life goes on in the process. It is just a hand-to-mouth life basi moyo nkumapitilira.”
Honesty, my heart bled for the man. Very much it did. People, get it that the place is very far from the city. I found myself there courtesy of a certain NGO that I was working with on a certain project.
Realistically, this is just a very small portion of so many examples of how Malawians are facing the music in as far as trouble in day-to-day livelihood is concerned. In various districts around the country I have travelled amid works, I have came across various households that are very, very much struggling-struggles that maybe you and me might have never thought they exist. People in the country just eat once at a day, off they sleep. People in Malawi do not even know how a packet of sugar looks like. People in Malawi walk for over 20-30-40 kilometres just to access socials services like health, education etc. The list of troubles Malawians are sailing through is just endless.
Hung on a minute: I remember having led my friends in Neno to make monetary contributions just to assist a widow to buy grass so that she thatch her dwelling house as it was almost empty roofed. I was very much touched.
But against all odds, whether these people like it or not, they pay, and they have been paying tax willy nilly. Yes they do. Do I need to explain how? No, I guess we are all open minded on this.
Furthermore, It is not my task here to start highlighting the uses of the tax the government collects from us all.
Following the scenarios I have pointed out, I come to take take to task the people we call our leaders. The people we have been singing songs of praise for. The people we have worshipped as gods. Politicians.
He who the cap fits let him wear. This cap seems to have fit the DPP, a team that has just left this high prestigious pitch about five weeks ago. Yes, the leadership of the so-called the professor of law, Peter Mutharika, the Adad.
Without beating about the bush, the administration of this onetime Barack Obama lecturer was a sham; worse as a dog to, an insult to the Malawi nation. They were all rats in a house.
Having born and lived in the country for decades now, it is my first time I hear a chicken being bought at a whooping K35,000. A samoosa that we spend a K50 on in my community, at K43,000. Neither did my parents nor my parents’ parents have heard this. I doubt.
In Limbe, an ordinary cup and a plate go at a price less than K2,000. You, biggies of DPP said no to that, and opted for something equal to K83,000. In the same market of Limbe, an underwear costs K500. You said “no. Let us buy something better that goes at K25,000 each for prisoner warders.” Maybe they were electric we never know. As if all these are not enough, you opted for a golf shirt that goes at a price of K75,000 for just one. Like seriously?
But, a million dollar question is, why were you the Dausis, the Collins Magalasis, the Chisales, the Getrude Mutharikas and your company doing this on the head of the owners who were sleeping on empty stomach; having not even K300 to survive on, to buy bonya or wokomani flour. Do you have conscious? What did you want to achieve? Were you shooting a movie kapena? You were a stench DPP.
And further, taking the Malawians for fool, after filling your berries with those expensive samoosas, those chickens, wearing that world class golfshirts, you could take it to same very poor, bare-footed, empty-stomached Malawians and be like “we will turn Malawi into Germany, Singapore, USA.” Hmmmm!!
Now, you all DPP bandits, listen: Fisi akagwa mmbuna salira. You forgotten that nothing on earth lasts forever. You can no longer hide, and us Malawians, will not leave you go free. You deserve to rot in jail. You the Nankhumwas, the Mwanamvekha etc, keep crying for we can never cover your mouths, but keep walking well-prepared; with jackets, toothbrushes etc intact. Gullible we were then, but not now.
You the Chakwera-Chilima administration, don’t let the sleeping dogs lie. Squeeze them!
Opinion by anonymous