When President Bingu wa Mutharika collapsed, there was no medical capacity to save his life. If perhaps the capacity was there, Bingu would still have been alive. But listen, our politicians have learnt nothing from that incident. They do not want to invest in our healthcare system because when they get sick, they can fly abroad for treatment, a luxury most Malawians will never afford. So they will steal billions, award each other contracts worth millions and inflate them into billions, allow politically connected individuals to win billions from government through court cases, and then use that money to buy expensive cars, build mansions and seek treatment overseas, while ordinary Malawians are left to die in dilapidated, underfunded and ancient hospitals that lack basic medicines, equipment and services. The irony is that when a real emergency strikes, politicians end up at the mercy of the very same broken healthcare system they neglect. You cannot quickly fly to South Africa from Malawi if you have a cardiac arrest now. If the President’s convoy were involved in a serious accident while speeding through the potholes of Dedza, the nearest hospital would be Dedza District Hospital, and he could die there in the hands of uninspired and overworked nurses and clinical officers and in the terrible conditions of the hospital. There will be no air ambulance immediately available to fly him to South Africa or India. In those moments, the quality of the local healthcare system becomes the difference between life and death. We need to learn from our mistakes and fix our healthcare system. Last year, while in India, I discussed the possibility of building a cardiac centre in Malawi with potential partners. Our politicians showed no interest. Perhaps we will only learn when the next tragedy strikes, and it will strike!

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We did it ..Thank you God

We updated our sign… Congrats on winning the Premier League, @Arsenal!

I will list only 10 but the list is endless counsel; 1. ⁠To begin with Counsel, if it was not for Kamuzu you would have been a CU/Zanzibar trained lawyer. Kamuzu built your Chanco, COM, Bunda, KCN, Poly, national secondary schools such as Kamuzu academy. 2. Kamuzu built KCH and several other district hospitals. If you faint right now while in Lilongwe, you will be taken to KCH because to date, it is the only major hospital. 3. Development of Lilongwe as the Capital City, Capitol Hill Built, key roads and buildings such as the Reserve bank HQ etc 4. Built Nkula power station which powers the whole nation to date and you still struggle to maintain it. 5. Construction of nationwide road networks (M1, lakeshore road (M5), Lilongwe city roads, Kamuzu bridge in CK etc). 6. Kamuzu international airport was built by Kamuzu. Five Presidents later, that is our only reliable airport. 7. Expansion of agricultural systems through ADMARC 8. Establishment of wildlife reserves and national parks (Nyika national park, Liwonde National Park, Lake Malawi National Park etc) 9. Construction of Kamuzu Barracks 10. Establishment of Press corporation , meaning Kamuzu built National Bank, Sunbird hotels etc. And lastly, send your National Bank account from the bank established by Kamuzu ndikuvungire ya fanta umwe lero pa Kamuzu day!

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Africa will be free from xenophobia, white supremacy, and afrophobia. Our generation will deliver that freedom!

This was the time i realized that I'm very big on this app. If you're big, you're big

Hey Xenophobe, Black South Africans are 81% of the population but own only 4% of privately held land. White South Africans are 7% yet own around 72% of that land. You don’t have land to protect. If anything, you are protecting the white man’s land as you languish in slums!

Hey @grok put a crown on the person who is the best football player in the world.

It was in the warm September sun of Zomba in 2020, on my 28th birthday, when this photo was taken. The skies were clear, the air light, and everything about the day felt like it was unfolding exactly as it should. Martse was in Blantyre, staying at Phyzix’s house, and we picked him up outside Phyzix’s place as we set off for Zomba. He stepped into the car wearing a Man United jersey, Phyzix’s of course, and immediately set the tone. “Apa nde chi Phyzo chindipha. Dzulo ndangotenga jersey yake ina. Lero ndangotengaso ina. Koma zake izo. He is my bro,” he laughed. The journey itself felt like a moving concert. He insisted on playing only his music, track after track, filling the car with his voice, his energy, his presence. What a narcissist, I must say but aren’t we all? By the time we reached Mulunguzi Dam, the day had already become something special. There, we found a group of people who instantly lit up at the sight of him. Without hesitation, we turned up the music and Martse performed right there, raw and unfiltered. The crowd went wild, drawn into the moment like it was a stage meant just for him. Then, in a split second, the mood shifted. One guy tried to get too close, reaching out to touch him, and Martse snapped mid performance. “Aise ine ndi Martse, sungandigwire chonchi. Unayamba wakhalako close ndi celeb chonchi iweyo?” he said sharply. And just like that, he stopped rapping. No warning, no buildup, just a sudden, unmistakable line drawn. That was him. Unpredictable, unapologetic, real. Later, as the sun softened and the day began to settle, we took a picture, this very one. He posted it on his Facebook page and told his fans to follow me. At the time, I was nobody in the public eye. One fan questioned it, commenting, “Tiwapange follow ngati ndani iwowa? Amapanga chani?” Martse didn’t hesitate. “Mesa ndakuuza ndine? Just follow.” Simple. Direct. That was his way, he didn’t explain himself twice. Looking back, it wasn’t just a birthday, or a trip, or even a photo. It was a glimpse into who Martse was in his purest form, charismatic, unpredictable, and larger than life. What a character he was. Continue resting in peace Martse!

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Someone used to ask me for money quite often. Because I knew his late father, who was a good man to me, I would help him. But I am human, so eventually I got tired. I then asked him to think of a business we could do together with a budget of not more than MK5 million. Weeks later, I followed up and suggested we open a butchery. I would fund everything while he would run the business, and I would give him a 30% stake. I asked him to look for a place near where he lives, which is a busy neighbourhood. It has been almost six months now, and without mentioning anything about the business, he has just texted me asking for MK30,000. I don’t know what to say to him. What would you do?

RT @MazazaVanessa: Today, I haven’t just finished a chapter but began a new journey. The world may seem uncertain, but i am ready for it. D…

Pops in 1997, me in 2026. The dream lives on… different generation, Legacy!

My love ❤️mayi awo a rasi

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