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I just finished re-reading an essay Peter Mutharika wrote when he was Professor of Law at Washington University, St Louis, Missouri.  I first read it for a class assignment. This time, I read it out of curiosity following his speech at the launch of the Tsangano-Ntcheu-Mwanza road construction project.  I refuse to judge the President by one side of the story. So I read the essay to discover the President’s deeper side.  I believe he is a good thinker and able to put his thoughts in the simplest of terms as was the case when he was unpacking the concept of community technical colleges launched to offer the youth vocational skills. In The 1995 Democratic Constitution of Malawi the essay published in the Journal of African Law, Mutharika pulls no punches. He writes; “ Good governance will be possible if the people demand accountability and transparency from their government, if the government understands that it must act within the framework of the rule of law a

Malawians have looked up to the Judiciary no less than they have looked at politicians to end corruption. However, there is desperation in the people yearning for an end to the malpractice. One could see confirmation of my assumption recently when the country’s Vice President launched his United Transformation Movement. The crowd stayed relatively quiet until when he promised to deal with corrupt politicians and individuals when put into power.  That is a story for another day. Today, I write in agreement with Professor Danwood Chirwa’s article entitled “ A plea for the legal profession to cleanse itself” . As a preamble, let me bring to your attention dear reader the various points he makes.  Firstly, that the disciplinary system among lawyers is dysfunctional. This is based from the source of his article, a leaked conversation among lawyers where some lawyers admit corruption both in their practice and in their dealings (if at all they are different).  Secondly, he u

This article is a continuation of my previous post,  Majoti; My secondary school headmaster. He did not repeat his words. I heard his shoe make the sounds off the floor as he walked away. At that very moment, I knew I was in trouble. I waited for him to leave my room, immediately which I left my blankets. By the time I got out of my dormitory, Nkula House 35 and through Shire House’s dormitory 21, he was already at the steps to his office, about 40 metres or so away. To date, I fail to comprehend what rocket science was used to move at such an alarming speed. At this time, I knew I had to be in his office as quickly as possible, so I ran and I breathed with oxygen that seemed to fast be escaping from my nose. I arrived at the door just as he was playing with his huge bunch of keys to find the right key to his office. The door opened. He entered his office and as I tried to follow suit, leaving my famous wave zone sandals on the doormat, he turned back and kicked them off his d

Dedicated to Fidelis Balakasi, for the trust you had in me.   He was generally a hated person because of what he would do when you crossed his path. I crossed his path thrice. I was the school head prefect on two of these occasions and I got caught once. The students liked to hate Majoti. There were also times, some teachers told us remarks so as to hate Majoti, my secondary school head teacher.  I joined my secondary school in January of 2007. On this particular Sunday, I was so excited about going to secondary school. But fear ate me up as the hours drew closer. Somebody came and told me whilst I was packing at home that school opening had instead been shifted to Monday and that I would have to report then. So I left home and went to the Catholic Mission 300 metres or so north of our home to take bicycle rides and play a few games. The secondary school I was going to was a further 200 metres to the west of the Catholic parish.  Mtendere Secondary School, Dedza, Ma