Some betrayals arrive like thunder. Others seep in like a gas leak silent, slow, and fatal. What Foster Ntandama is doing to the Malawi Congress Party (MCP) is not politics. It’s arson. Sophisticated arson. And the worst part? He’s lighting the match while smiling at the President.
After our exposé, a few days ago you’d think a man accused of engineering the internal collapse of a ruling party would be lying low, maybe feigning innocence, maybe issuing a statement of denial through a junior aide. But no. Ntandama, in full mafia cosplay, has upped the ante. During a recent gathering in Mangochi, he proudly declared that he is related to former President Bakili Muluzi, that he will “continue doing business with him,” and that his loyalty remains with President Chakwera.
And now just when you thought the farce couldn’t possibly escalate, Don Ntandama has taken off the mask entirely. With the subtlety of a drunk uncle at a wedding, he has openly confessed that he is only in MCP to do business, and that his heart and allegiance remain with Bakili and the UDF. Yes, you read that right: a self declared double agent, trading party loyalty like it’s airtime at a minibus rank.
Translation: “I’m here to eat, not to serve.”
This isn’t just betrayal. It’s ideological prostitution with a discount tag.
Pick a lane, Don Foster. You can’t serve two godfathers. Especially when one of them gave us yellow T-shirts and prepaid corruption.
But the real comedy here is not just in the betrayal, it’s in the performance. Ntandama fancies himself a political Don, strutting like a Ghetto Godfather in a party shirt two sizes too tight. He even proclaimed, on record, “I am a mafia,” as if the title came with a pension and a syndicate.
But let’s be honest. The only thing Ntandama runs with efficiency is his mouth, and even that struggles to keep up with basic grammar. He is reportedly unable to articulate full sentences in English, raising the question: how does one sabotage a party constitution they can’t even read?
Sources say he’s building filling stations with Muluzi and not metaphorical ones. Actual fuel pumps. And why not? When you’re siphoning hope from a generation, a petrol nozzle is just the natural accessory.
If the party were a cathedral, Ntandama would be selling off the stained glass while leading the choir.
But what does Richard Chimwendo Banda, the Secretary General, say about this? Nothing. And that nothing, is louder than Ntandama’s rants. Chimwendo, once seen as the party’s rising star, now appears to be its accidental undertaker. His strategy of unchecked gatekeeping and internal purging is not strengthening MCP for 2030. It’s decimating it in 2025.
Reports suggest Chimwendo has not only enabled Ntandama’s antics but also destabilised credible candidates such as Vitumbiko Mumba in the North. This isn’t chess. This is drafts with grenades. And as the tower falls, Chimwendo seems more concerned with eliminating rivals than preserving the house.
You see, Chimwendo never truly grew through the ranks. His rise was meteoric, yes, but so are fireworks. They fizzle fast. What he possesses in ambition, he lacks in grace, foresight, and a fundamental understanding that a party is not a campaign vehicle it’s a national institution.
If the MCP collapses in the South and East, it will not be Bakili Muluzi’s doing. Nor the DPP’s. It will be the work of a Don who couldn’t spell “betrayal” and a strategist who confused selfish ambition for national vision.
Tony Montana once said, “All I have in this world is my balls and my word.”
Ntandama? He has neither. And that, dear readers, is the tragedy.
