Greetings from Munda wa Chitedze Farm where I relocated from the hustle and bustle of your city Dear Diary.
When he was not so drunk with the stupor of power, Nicholas Dausi once said: The law is like a rod, you use it to whip others but once they get it, they use it to whip you.
This only comes to mind masked men spotting machetes in daylight to ward off would-be protestors against the Malawi Electoral Commission. We should be afraid.
When we thought we were way past this panga-wielding reign of terror, boom here goes! Just like that.
Blame it all on the inciting improper propaganda flying around. The opposition, instead of concentrating on wooing potential voters to register, are on a pedestal pulling out some name-calling stunts.
They dared ruling party thugs to dare disrupt their demonstration and what do the opponents do? Bring about masked thugs wielding pangas in daylight and police just have the tails in between their legs, doing nothing!
No arrests were made. In the next republic, those that instilled this fear will face some music, really. If they walk about the streets with machetes and clubs, what do they do in the night? Who is pampering this gangsterism?
The long rod of the law should have taken its natural course.
The law should never be kind on criminals, especially those who imbue an unnatural course of injustice and petty thievery of the national coffer.
When I was a cub, I used to go to the courts. One thing that magistrates and judges used to say when delivering such judgements was they were doing so to deter other would-be offenders. But criminals scarcely understand that.
You see, there have been electoral reruns and court-proven procedures that elections were rigged. Yet, no one has ever been arrested for it! This is why every electoral commission chair casts doubts on how they will run the elections.
In the past few weeks arrests have been made of those so drunk with the trappings and the stupor of power, that they thought the soul of the nation would not come to know of their dealings.
Now is the time for them to realise that the nation is far much a larger entity than fulfilling their egos.
For murder, we hear, some are incarcerated in several prisons. For the murder of one suspect, Buleya Lule, some are having it cold on the floors of Maula and Dedza prisons.
We hear SUV cars are being abandoned for those who can’t survive the hit of the abuses they inflicted on innocent souls time and time again.
For that matter, while the rest of us were having taxes axed liked nobody’s business from the little we get and the little things we bought with our hard earned money, some were busy building for themselves in places unfathomable. They were busy on extravagant curtails that run to the lowest of our national pulse.
To get and recapture the true soul of our nation deserves one thing: Those that robbed us must face the law. For murder, extortion, fraud, terrorism, corruption and all matter of wrong, they must dance to that tune.
Why? Because no single soul has ever been above another. We are all equal before the law.
What this typically means is that the rod that is the law is in other hands. They must face the whip to deter other would-be offenders.
It has been a painful score of years and some to see the national coffers being depleted for personal aggrandisement. It has been so painful to see hospitals only providing the poorest of our poor with nothing but pacifiers when they needed the medication to take away their suffering.
It is a lesson to the ruling elite today and future generations that the long rod of the law will whip them when time comes, if they abuse office with the very impunity those facing the law today did. We can’t, as a nation, spare this rod of the law from whipping and inflicting some pain on those who abused their offices for their personal gains, and their relatives and nuptial associations, legal or illegal
‘For that matter, while the rest of us were having taxes axed liked nobody’s business from the little we get and the little things we bought with our hard earned money, some were busy building for themselves in places unfathomable. They were busy on extravagant curtails that run to the
lowest of our national pulse’
