Friday, 12 July 2019

Random Thoughts on the Past Week


It is a wonderful Friday and as per the ritual, we are here on Richie Online. A lot has happened since the last article and that has led me to the writing of this not so personal article. Let’s get on with it.

Malawi turned 55 on the 6th of July, this year. That was a day after I had dropped the article on getting married, sentiment of which many of my single friends echoed (y’all people will die alone opanda okulirani). As usual, there was some sort of stadium event where there were parades, dances, prayers and a bit of sports. I have never been a big fan of that event taking into account the partisan tinge that coats the celebrations. Despite not following, I have an idea of how it might have gone. I might get back to that if my mind doesn’t wander off midway through the article but I would like to get to the part of the celebrations which I missed.

For the past couple of years, Blantyre City Council has been mounting some fireworks on the Independence Arch in a bid to celebrate independence. Here is the idea (and I wonder what was going through the mind of the guy who conceived it). Block off the highway, set up a stage, hire a thousand cops, get food and drinks and let people dance, drink and eat on the highway until midnight. At midnight, blow up some fireworks, dance and drink a little more and then go home. It might sound pointless for some, but it is actually fun for people who love things like me. This year, of course, we could not do it as the event was cancelled due to security threats. Of course it made sense to not continue with celebrations when people had been demonstrating in a not so peaceful manner. Wina akanakabako ma speaker a Jai Banda.

Pictures from the Kamuzu stadium where the Independence Day events were held showed people clad in party colors. For some reason that does not irritate me anymore because I think that is what we have been doing since we got independent, if at all we are. There were no foreign leaders making some sarcastic people beg the question as to why the only other president that was present was the FA’s Walter Nyamilandu. That was not important but perhaps what was more important is the fact the big man’s speech did not sound that palatable to some people who thought he shouldn’t have been that provocative to the people who are questioning the legitimacy of his presidency. Later in the afternoon, el presidente’s two favorite teams (to whom he promised stadiums during campaign time) squared it off on the pitch.

While the demonstrations that disturbed our firework display and derailed the president’s speech were against the leader of the electoral body, this week saw us witness the opposite. In what most of us could not imagine, the commercial capital witnessed an all-woman, pro-Jane Ansah march. Going a few days back, there was a presser called for by some forum of concerned women (probably set up for the purpose of the demonstrations). Their message? Calling on men to stop abusing the good woman called Jane Ansah. The gender card was played and to spice things up, some of the concerned women even went on national television.

A few days from the presser we saw the peaceful demonstrations come to reality. By the time people were getting into offices, pictures of women being arriving from different places in trucks were already circulating and in no time each one of those was on the street clad in a while “I am Jane Ansah” t shirt. We were later greeted with reports that the women had been taken from various districts across the Lhomwe belt, being told that they were going to receive maize. Upon arrival, they were given t-shirts and placards, and then ushered into the roads to protest in support for Dr Jane Ansah, a person a good number of them did not know. To add to that, the social media got awash with video clips of women that had attended the presser receiving money afterwards. Wrong? Nope. Probably a transport refund. Eyebrow-raising, though. What left many of us wondering was the question as to whether the gender card was relevant in this whole thing and whether telling a woman who thought Jane Ansah is the “wife to Bingu” didn’t amount to exploitation.

Let’s switch gears and talk about something I saw in the papers today. You probably saw this on the social media or something and in case you haven’t guessed it already, I am talking about the apology by the Ministry of Agriculture. The ministry in question is apologizing to the citizenry for poor procurement processes and poor disposal of tractors.  Check this out. The government gets a loan in the hundreds of millions of kwacha and buys tractors to benefit local farmers. Genius, right? Yes. Save that the tractors did not reach the intended targets but ended up being bought at less than a fifth of the price by top goons in the gaffment. Meanwhile you and I and our children will have to service this loan for years and all we will get for the incompetence and mismanagement is an apology. Closer to India where we got the loan is a country called to China where a mayor of one city was sentenced to death because of corruption which I would believe was of a lesser magnitude than the stupidity we are seeing here. One PLO Lumumba whose speeches I like to listen to once said that we cannot talk about corruption in Africa because there is nothing intelligent about the stealing and looting of public resources that happens in this part of the globe. This is one typical case, and we will happily crown this scandal as tractorgate. Zausatana, zauchisilu, zopanda ntchito but unlike what Bingu said, izizi tisadzisiye. These are the issues to demonstrate for, and not some deluded causes. If only we had common sense at 55 as Malawians!

So here we are. Demonstrations, looting and exploitation. At the end of the day there will be little, if anything that will be done and we will continue to live as if nothing has happened. If we happen to go to the streets and submit a petition, it will be sat on and nothing will happen which begs the question as to whether peaceful demonstrations yield anything in Malawi. Before you stone me for inciting violence, I should make it a point here that I also do not believe a in violent demonstrations. All I feel is that Malawi is just one country where things work in a very unnatural order that is beyond the comprehension of the many of us. Somehow we just do not want to do things the right way. We write a proposal for funding for a project and when the MK7 million comes, we embezzle it. We get a loan from some foreign government for development and it ends up in the pocket of leaders who end up walking free even after their reigns have come to an end. No wonder some guys don’t give back ti ma 4 pin tikumabwerekana mmakwalalamu (instead of kubweza amadzapempha ina).

I will not go into the details of the arrests of the civil society leaders who should be having a moral high ground and I will not talk about the deaths of the people that were involved in the elections. Malawi Queens not getting enough funding? Nah. I will not get into that either. Perhaps the front pages will come up with something a bit more positive. In the meantime, we could perhaps find some place where people are playing stringed instruments and join in the listening (perhaps recreational fluid) as we await for the courts and possibly more demos. 

One English teacher of mine once told the class that common sense is not common. Perhaps it is such a rare thing in Malawi that we do not have it from top down. Mwinatu. The doctor side of me wishes we had supplements for common sense. Perhaps only then could we fortify our salt in the same way we do with iodine. Or perhaps we could have introduced it as part of our vaccinations and continued supplementing till adulthood. Penapake umunthu udzitisutsa. Too much anger in this, but come on. We can do better.  

Have a nice weekend, all.

Friday, 5 July 2019

Getting Married? Yes. No. Maybe.


It is one wonderful Friday and once again we get to be treated with something to read. And no… It is not anything to do with your demonstrations. You can loot SPAR, burn public offices and be involved in running battles with our men in uniform but I will not leave my personal stuff to talk about how someone was packed under the chair of a moving MDF vehicle. Kawerengeni NyasaTimes or Zodiak Online. They even have nice pictures which I do not.

Some of you probably noticed that there was no article last week. That was because I was feeling unwell. They say that doctors make the worst patients at the hands of a health worker but I did humble myself and ended up in a consultation room. I was checked out, pierced into and lights were shone into pretty much every orifice (that is medical for hole) on my body to detect what was wrong with me. In the end, the good “doctor” found what was irritating me and gave me a cocktail of medications which in turn knocked me down even further with side effects. Just like that and there was no article.

Being in bed with little to no energy for even cooking for myself gave me so much time to do two things; sleep and think. At some point, I found myself reflecting on the question my immediate boss had asked me at some point while at work at Queen Elizabeth Central Hospital; If you were to get sick, who would look after you? My mum, of course, was the answer. I mean, who else other than her? His response? You need to relieve her of that duty and find someone. You know where this is going. It is going the same direction as the one that things take when I post a wedding card on my WhatsApp status or on Instagram. It all ends up with questions on when I am going to tie the knot with my better half. That question can be a mouthful when you are like me, if you know what I mean.

I am now back in the office and everything is back to normal. On the second day since my return to work, one lady who sells snacks around the office (amabweretsa zitumbuwa zokoma) came to my desk around knock off time telling me to finish off some of the merchandize she had. In her word, I needed it. “Nanga ukadya chani? Si mumangomwa tea inu?” Turns out that when people see a young bachelor all they see is a tea drinking and egg eating subhuman. Anthu osakwatira tikunyozeka mtauni muno.

Thoughts continued…

I recently moved from Zingwangwa to Old Naperi where I am camping now. For my living room arrangement, I had to ask the land lady who happened to come around at the time I was unpacking. Before she left, she asked one unusual question; when is the woman of the house was coming in. I laughed the matter off and told her to travel with the LORD. Mafunso amenewo sindimayankha ine. When basic unpacking was done, I was left with a house with things clustered in the stores and with no idea as to where my body lotion was three days after settling. Probably wouldn’t have happened if I was not living alone. And then there was the issue of people coming to see the house. After the first cleanup, it was okay for pretty much anyone to visit but another kind of visitor has since invited himself and his sidekicks to the house. My old man wants to come with mum and my two nieces to see where yours truly is living. I must say I have dragged my dad to my house a couple of times and all I had to do was to fry some chicken without the pepper (I usually put too much of that in my food thanks to Isaac Banda) and nsima. On the other hand, I have never hosted a team of 4 and I doubt I have the pot for preparing food for such a big team. Tiona kuti zitani, but the thought of hosting them parents is making the long weekend look short. A thought? Could have been avoidable if there was someone to share the fear and the actual action of hosting with.
But why is there none? Behold! An excuse. Maybe a couple.

Well. The main thing is just that this day and age is just not optimal fur such exercises as finding a partner for a number of reasons. The first one is the social media which has made the world a bit too small for convenience in these things. The social media is drawing people who are not supposed to be near each other unnecessarily closer leading to overlaps in people’s love circles and triangles. Then there is materialism; others come to us thinking that we have things that we do not have while others will run away from us because of things we do not have. Then there is the nuke; generally this is just a generation of broken young men and women with no ability to love or to be receptive to love. Having been subjected to a couple of heart breaks, the modern day young person would hardly recognize love even if it slapped them in the face. Without taking myself from the equation, I should say that ngini iyiyi has affected a lot of us. And then there is this thing of seeing social media perfect come to a crashing end. Zimenezinso zikumatipsinja in the same way our falling might have injured others.

The other thing....

Rather closely related to the already mentioned already is the issue of (perceived) compatibility. With time, we are becoming too selective with our partners over issues that may have counted as trivial ten years ago. There may be issues of age, race, tribes, education and economic delineation influencing one's choice. While this may not be an issue with the two people who are willing to start out together, it might be for people who matter to them and consequently be a barrier. If you are to consider the radical view that you need a spouse for you and not for your image or family or anything of the sort, then you should be okay picking anyone as blindly as love dictates. If, on the other hand you care a little about what people think and say about you, then you should have all those matters in mind when picking a partner. The danger is that when we factor in every single thing, you tend to have a saintly image of a prospective partner who doesn't exist in real life. That creates thw difficult balance between missionary dating on one extreme and unnecessary tolerance on the other. You see the problem?

The last thing is a rather lame one but valid for some of us. Generally, people are just tired. Really. One meme that was trending was that with the question as to what it takes for a relationship to reach the stage where people walk around and take photos in similar outfits. Despite the jokes such a thing generated, there was a valid concern in it. I have seen and heard of a lot of relationships which ended way before they started and a lot more which failed to make it past two fortnights. Perhaps some of us are passing through this stage where we can hardly tolerate very small things that we will otherwise tolerate when the Supreme Being sprinkles us with some relationship anointing that some are enjoying. Perhaps we don't have anyone who can tolerate our schedules and characters too so for now we will continue with the wake up, drink tea, go to work, eat eggs, sleep and repeat routine. We might as well be listening to and singing "Ine ndilibe pulobulemu" while we are at it.

I could continue to write but the idea is that this issue of getting married is not one we have to be pinning each other about. There must be some natural and supernatural orders beyond human control governing these things. Tiyeni tidzingokhala mtaunimu.

Happy Independence Day and enjoy the long weekend.