By THE SATIRIST, WITH ONE FOOT IN THE ARCHIVE AND THE OTHER IN THE FIRE EXIT
First, the Facts
According to highly credible sources, the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP) is orchestrating an elaborate, extrajudicial voter registration operation with machines allegedly stolen from the National Registration Bureau (NRB). This off-the-books campaign has reportedly yielded over one million illicit entries, names that never passed through the biometric firewall of the Malawi Electoral Commission’s (MEC) Smartmatic system.
Herein lies their crisis: these phantom voters cannot be verified.
Now cornered by their own digital blind spot, the DPP’s strategy has shifted from registration to disinformation. The plan? Systematic delegitimisation of the very technology designed to preserve electoral integrity. Cue the rollout of pseudo-civil society groups, strategically timed press briefings, and demonstrations framed as “public concern” all crafted to seed doubt in the Smartmatic system.
The next act in this slow-burning farce took place earlier this week at Nkhwazi Lodge, Newlands, Blantyre. The press conference is just one in a series planned to keep public sentiment on a slow boil. Notably, this carefully mapped “national campaign” conspicuously avoids Lilongwe MCP territory, and evidently too dangerous for a revolution dressed in party colours.
And Now, the Farce


Chisale (on the left) and his unholy comrade Gangata (immediately after him on the right)
At the centre of this unfolding drama is an unholy trinity of all too familiar faces: Gertrude Mutharika, operating with the silent elegance of a retired monarch not yet ready to abdicate; Norman Chisale, whose idea of civic duty has long included bending the rules until they plead for mercy; and Alfred Gangata, equal parts financier and fixer, whose greatest skill remains his talent for proximity.
To call them strategists would be generous. This is less of a plan and more of a panic attack with a press secretary.
The Tapes Don’t Lie
Thanks to a source with better audio equipment than foresight, we’ve heard recordings of the cabal’s internal calls. Participants—Mrs Chimombo, Mr Kambanje, Ida Mazinga, Billy Banda, Kingsley Mpaso, Mr Maloya, and Jonathan Phiri—speak not with vision, but with vague instructions and logistical anxiety. With K6,000 allowances and intermittent network, they sounded less like revolutionaries and more like latecomers to a Zoom seminar on regime change.
Their complaints? Not enough airtime. Their strategy? Not enough strategy.
Meanwhile, at MEC…
Presiding over this electoral powder keg is Dr. Annabel Mtalimanja, Chairperson of MEC. Now, one must be cautious with praise in these matters, but there’s a reason the usual suspects haven’t yet found a scandal to attach to her name.

Unlike her predecessor Jane Ansah, whose tenure ended somewhere between public disgrace and personal detachment (and who has since been denied even her party’s sympathy, let alone a parliamentary seat), Mtalimanja has offered quiet resolve and procedural clarity.
She hasn’t asked for applause. Which is precisely why she deserves attention.
This Isn’t Reform. It’s Rehearsal.
What we are witnessing is not a movement. It’s a rehearsal for a stolen victory. A pre scripted narrative designed to make the eventual loss look like sabotage and the saboteurs look like martyrs.
It’s a strategy as old as misrule itself: break the lock, blame the door.
But Here’s the Rub
Malawi has changed. Not because the slogans are new, but because the audience is smarter. The press is louder. The courts, a little less forgiving. And the electorate? Less interested in nostalgia wrapped in self-pity.
To the architects of this electoral heist, we offer no warning. Only this observation: If your path to power requires ghosts, fake press briefings, and a PR campaign against progress, then you’ve already lost. Not just the vote, but the plot.
Conclusion: The Script Has Been Rejected
So rehearse your outrage. Type your statements. Pay your proxies. But know that when the lights come up and the curtain rises, Malawi is watching.
And this time, the audience is not applauding.
The ballot belongs to the living. And democracy is not a stage for the desperate.
