By comrade jumbe 24/07/25
In every African village, when the cock crows, the wise awaken—not to slumber in complaints, but to rise and take action. Malawi, the time has come.
The 16th of September is not just a date on the calendar.
It is the turning point in the story of our nation.
It is the day when the true owners of this land—the citizens—must rise with one voice and decide the direction of our country.
“When the roots of a tree begin to decay, it is the branches that first wither.”
For years, we have watched the decay of governance under President Lazarus Chakwera and the Malawi Congress Party (MCP).
Their promises have become smoke in the wind—hollow, invisible, and gone. From Tonse Alliance’s dream to Chakwera’s loud pledges, nothing has taken root.
Our youth still roam jobless, our hospitals lack medicine, our pockets grow emptier, and our future dims daily.
Now we are told that every newborn will receive 500,000 kwacha—a promise so absurd, it insults the intelligence of any thinking Malawian.
“A hyena cannot offer to build a shelter for goats.” This is not leadership; it is trickery, deceit dressed in populist slogans.
If Chakwera truly believes such lies, let him first explain them to his own children in Kasiya before preaching them to the nation.
We were born at night, yes—but not last night.
“Even a chicken knows when the hawk is no longer just flying—it is hunting.”
Fellow Malawians, we are not blind. We are not fools.
We have seen the lies, the looting, the empty speeches, and the rotting economy.
If we do not rise to act, then we have no right to complain.
This land belongs to us all—not to State House occupants alone. And the ballot box is our spear, our drum, our voice.
We are the generation that must break the cycle.
“You do not chase a shadow with words—you walk toward the light.” Our light is the vote.
Our chance is 16 September. And our message is clear: enough is enough.
This election is not about north, south, or centre. It is not about tribes. It is not even about political parties anymore. It is about rescuing our mother Malawi from the hands of men who have betrayed her.
It is about restoring dignity, truth, and purpose to leadership.
“A canoe does not know who the leader is; when it turns over, everyone gets wet.”
This nation will not spare anyone if it sinks. Whether you are a vendor in Limbe, a farmer in Mzimba, a teacher in Ntcheu, or a nurse in Zomba, this government has failed you. And now it is your turn to act.
Don’t be fooled by t-shirts, lies, or handouts—“He who feeds you with one hand while stealing with the other is not your friend.”
“A wise man builds his granary before the rains.”
Let us prepare. Let us talk to our families.
Let us move in numbers. Let us encourage the youth, the old, the forgotten, and the ignored. This is our granary, our season, our time.
Malawi, you are not too poor to dream, you are only too quiet to act.
Let this be the election that awakened your roar.
Let it be said by generations to come that in 2025, the sons and daughters of this soil chose courage over fear, truth over deception, and hope over despair.
We don’t need another false promise—we need hope.
And so I say to you, my fellow Malawians: When the drum of destiny beats, only a fool dances away.
The drum is beating. Will you rise?
My pen is mightier than a sword