Good people, the tax-consuming show is back to its majestic theatre—the New Parliament Building in Lilongwe—where some undecided fellows are ceaselessly moving towards political power all day, every day.
The newness of the building might be as perishable as boy-meets-girl love songs, but the drama in its chambers is endless. As expected, our honourable comedians, musicians, messengers and other political cartoons are already switching sides like their children on a see-saw or jumping castles.
The defections bring theatricals career dramatists have never produced since the death of Du Chisiza Jnr in 1999. Just as opposition DPP was welcoming its prodigal MPs, our parents in the UDF were transferring from government benches to the opposition and backwards.
Meanwhile, the Aford duo of Enoch Chakufwa Chihana and Khwauli Msiska refused to be carried away by the ongoing climate change. Having seen his befu-stricken father’s messy unilateral alliances, Honourable Chihana might have told his Karonga Nyungwe colleague to stick by Rumphi Secondary School’s motto: Forward ever. backwards never.
UDF’s uncurbed political prostitution, satirically sanitised as kudziguliramalo, is pure adult delinquency if the migrant legislators are not just what they look like—juveniles.
Subtly, the moves and shakes could be a warning that our legislature is stuffed with anyamata othamangathamanga sure to steal Siku’s slogan: here today, there tomorrow.
This is my point of order, Mr Loudspeaker: Is it not time Parliament hired immigration officers to scrutinise the departures and arrivals? Or do we need to erect burglar bars between ruling and opposition benches? Has somebody suspended Section 65 already?
Interestingly, Parliament is the only place where people make money by taking a short walk across the floor. Out here, rolling stones gather no moss.
This is why some Blantyre and Zomba gig-goers felt offended when they had to race back and forth from Black Missionaries’ concerts to Lucius Banda’s. Too much jazz and restlessness is hazardous to fun-seekers’ pockets.
Like UDF, artists, promoters and venue owners need to put their act in order now, don’t they?
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