Malawi: Going in Circles

Things are getting tough.
Very tough.
Someone, at the mountain he never knew, has lost direction.
No, it was direction- the real direction- he (for he is male) lost at first; now, he has lost even the 'sense' of direction!
Everywhere- in market places, fuel stations, beverage company off-loading and up-loading bays- the one thing that seems to grow is anger.
Queues, too, are getting longer by the day- the queues of impatience.
But, wait a minute, it all started well- this boiling of this pot called Malawi.
Everything was cooking well. The combination was good; this combination of egos that pushed this caravan of dreams.
The people who went to fetch the firewood did it between 1947 and 1958. The likes of Orton Chirwa.
Talk has it that, Chirwa- yes, the proud founder of the African National Congress which later chameleonated into the mighty Malawi Congress Party- knew, when he founded that old party, that fighting the Azungus could not be easy. It needed someone who was 'there; with the Azungus.
It did not matter where: Britain, Germany, Australia, Canada, everywhere- so long as the new leader ate with Azungu, drunk their wine, and escorted their children to school.
Kamuzu, as it were, fell into the equation. And so started the Malawi Congress Party on its mighty journey.
The cookers of this nation had started well. And this was because they fed into the combination of policies, politicians, and national euphoria.
Malawi's first elections in 1964 were democratic.
And all people were made to believe that it would be democracy through out. Wishful thinking!
It did not take long for the country's first political crisis to emerge. And that marked the beginning of Malawi's journey down the slopes.
Democratically, that is.
Ngwazi Dr. Hastings Kamuzu Banda was a great leader. He did more for Malawi than any of the misguided leaders that have taken over from him.
But, somehow, life had its ups and downs.
Even with Malawi's Second Republic president, Bakili Muluzi, it happened. He started so well.
But ended shamefully on the veranda of greed!
But President Bingu wa Mutharika is the worst of them all.
Look. No fuel.
No forex.
No hope.
No nothing!

I WISH I COULD EXPOUND ON THESE; BUT I AM TIRED. HAVE BEEN TYPING THINGS SINCE MORNING. THE BRAIN IS CLOGGED. BUT THERE IS ALWAYS THIS THING CALLED TOMORROW! A TOMORROW THE 'PEOPLE' DON'T TAKE BECAUSE OF THE OTHER 'TOMORROW' CALLED 'NEXT LIFE1