Relatives
from the village visit a brother or sister in town. The town dweller has ‘strange’
eating habits. Tiyi n’buredi for
breakfast; rice and beef stew for lunch; and chicken salad for supper. The menu
goes on like this until the relatives from the village say their farewells and
are soon back at base. The curious ones ask how the folks’ stay in town was.
Well the folks who had gone ku’tawuni
complain that they were not being given food during their stay. There is mixed
reactions all around. And you are probably wondering how the relatives from the
village could say that when there was tea and bread; rice and beef stew; and
chicken salad to boot. Well, there was no nsima.
Nsima in its two
versions – one a grounded, white maize flour and the other a coarse, grounded,
brown maize flour – is food in the
banal Malawi gourmet narrative. Nsima
made from white maize flour is in fact less nutritious than the one made from brown
flour (locally called ‘mgaiwa’). And
yet in this narrative, nsima made
from white flour is for an elite – a pseudo–bourgeoisie – who ooze
enlightenment and sophistication. Mgaiwa
is for the less dapper; it is for the povo.
The thing with nsima though is that
it silently and more steadily persuades you into a slumber. I would not call
the ‘state of mind’ a siesta. A siesta is more voluntary. The nsima–induced slumber is lethal in the
sense that ‘things’ can happen in public which you wish happened in private.
Examples of such ‘things’ abound.
The
acculturation of nsima as food even
influences national policy. It will not matter that there is bumper yield of
rice, cassava, kachewere or mbatata; a significant drop in maize
yield is equal to famine. It is that simple. It is so one–dimensional. The
State will not encourage a diversified diet for the people. No. It will set in
motion a disaster relief apparatus that sources maize from elsewhere in order
to give people free maize so that they may have nsima. Such is the obsession with nsima that in the face of several scathing critiques of the
sustainability of programs such as the Farm Input Subsidy Programme, the State
merely tweaks this and that and life goes on.
So;
it has been that for 53 years and counting – and in a nsima–induced slumber – Government loans have been hijacked as
personal pet projects. The podium–politician announces, “Ndikumangirani nsewu apa.” And once the road is finished, the citizens
fall over each other with verses of praise. An infrastructure development
project loan – they are rarely grants – inviting showers of blessings.
The
national water policy in Malawi is 12 years old and yet, in 2017, an MP rises
in the National Assembly to request – not even demand – a borehole for his
constituency. This is hyper– tragedy. Should we not be talking of water supply
systems for a town, city or district? Indeed, in the same vein of water and
sanitation, we have folks vigorously dancing at a ‘handover ceremony’ that they
have stopped using the village thicket as their ‘toilet’. All this in 2017.
The
energy crisis – nay the electricity power supply crisis – has been soundly
vilified. The State is failing to supply
magetsi to 8% of its population. This
is near-doomsday. Meanwhile, the same State has failed to absorb almost 70% of ‘other–people’s
money’ to reinvigorate the same electricity power sector. There are more than
tell–tale signs of corruption that have had a strangle–hold on the main players
in the sector. The foot dragging by those who must rein in errant types only
points to old boys’ club mentality.
Our
internal debt is some stratospheric billions of Kwacha. No one has convincingly
explained to the citizens how we got to where we are in the first place. Should
we hold anybody – a public officer for example – accountable for taking us down
the abyss as a country? In any event, the public officer is protected by an
immunity provision in the law that precisely grants him immunity for action –
even in cases of blatant neglect of duty – during the course of his duty. We
have – very, very rarely – prosecuted a public officer for neglect of duty. So;
we burn a grown man for the petty theft of a mobile phone handset. And we then hire
an army of ‘prominent’ lawyers to defend the pot–bellied dude accused of
stealing government dosh. And non–lawyers stand aside in awe of the ‘wealth’ of
this pot–bellied fool.
There
are calls – lately – for a citizen–driven accountability and transparency
structure in the State system. I have written before about active citizenship
under this column. What I did not say last time is that the State ‘expects’
each citizen as an individual to be
responsible. Similarly, the exercise of the legal and political authority
must be done responsibly. The ‘exerciser’ is to be responsible to the citizen as an individual and as a
collective. The challenge – as I see it – has been that the strategy of holding
the ‘exerciser’ of State authority to account happens at the collective and not
the individual level of citizenship.
Nsima–yi tikanachepetsa.
It has led to a nation–wide self–hypnosis that has not been very helpful at
all. In 2018, let us get back to work. And harder.