By Comrade Jumbe /17/07/25
“When the hyena is invited to guard the goats, and the villagers clap — then the village is not bewitched, it is simply foolish.”
Mother malawi is bleeding in silence, our democracy — once a proud beacon of hope — is now being choked by those entrusted to protect it.
We are witnessing a slow but deliberate decay of the very foundations upon which our nation was built.
Yet, we fold our hands, whisper in corners, and return to sleep like nothing is happening.
Across the country, disturbing scenes are unfolding like a script from a bad movie.
We see the ruling Malawi Congress Party (MCP) shamelessly abusing state machinery: ferrying village heads and schoolteachers in police vehicles to State House, not for national service, but to collect their bribes in the name of vote me campaign.
The line between state resources and party campaigns has been erased. Our taxes are funding vote buying. Chiefs are being paraded like political pawns. Teachers are silenced with brown envelopes. Police vehicles, meant for protecting the people, are now transporting tools of corruption.
If this is not rigging, what is it?
If this is not a criminal offense, then what is crime?
Where is the outrage?
We are watching the Malawi Electoral Commission (MEC), the very referee of our democracy, refusing to allow an independent audit of the voters’ roll and electoral system. Yet, we remain quiet.
We see Anabel Mtalimanja clinging to her seat at MEC, despite public mistrust and calls for resignation — and still, there is no protest, no mass mobilization, no consequence.
Are we truly alive?
Or has our silence become our national anthem?
Once, we fought for multiparty democracy. Blood was shed. Sacrifices were made. But now, as that same democracy is stripped down, looted, and sold off piece by piece — we are spectators in our own funeral.
Some say we are bewitched. Others say we are cursed. But maybe the truth is far more terrifying: Maybe we are just a generation of cowards who have chosen comfort over courage, silence over justice, survival over truth.
History will judge us harshly.
We cannot claim to love our country while watching thieves loot it in broad daylight. We cannot speak of patriotism while turning a blind eye to electoral manipulation. We cannot raise our children in truth while accepting lies as leadership.
If our democracy dies, it will not be because of Chakwera, Mtalimanja, or MCP.
It will die because we let it die. Because we watched and did nothing.
My pen 🖊 is mightier than a sword
