No money, no leadership!

Decades ago, Blantyre was among the cleanest cities in the continent. Water boards used to supply in abundance, a precious liquid called water.

The Electricity Supply Commission of Malawi (Escom) was in electricity business and city councils were experts in combing our cities clean of filth.

Now, decades later, we are on a fast train back to the dark ages. Our taps are now hounding memories of an era we thought washing from wells in the city was a habit facing disappearance. We were wrong.

We are back to dirty springs and wells laden with improperly discarded disposable nappies.

Blocked sewer lines breathe out choking warnings of a raging war against humankind.

We are at the mercy of time, and time is running out on us, fast. 

What can we do to save ourselves from this fall down the dungeon? Can political leaders redeem us? I wonder.

Good people, for our politicians, money is everything. Not even our lives can beat that.

That is why some people in some blue divide on the political landscape may make it funnily clear that should one want to contest for presidency on a navy ticket in the 2014 elections, they must make sure they foot their own bills during the campaign.

Geez! You mean I am contesting on a party ticket yet I have to foot the bills from my pocket? What do you call that? Patriotism?

And when I win, you tell me, I will have won it for the party?

I wonder what the world would be like if elections were run that way.

What is wrong with the fat pockets, in the name of our beloved democracy and civilisation, putting together resources to catapult the best candidate to a win?

I smell this rot in arts associations too.

The leadership is commonly by the strength of the pocket, not the ability to steer the associations in the right direction.

If it were the other way round, arts associations could have been ages better than the shambles there are in today.

This decay must stop.