By THE SATIRIST, WHO’S SEEN THE DARKNESS AND TAKEN NOTES
There’s something dreadfully poetic about the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP). A party that once marketed itself as the defenders of the rule of law is now better known for defending only the lawless among them. A movement that started with blue dreams has since become a cautionary tale of what happens when the masks slip and stay off.
Enter the most recent debacle: the sidelining of a parliamentary aspirant with albinism.
Alex Machila, an aspiring candidate for Salima South Constituency and a well-respected community servant, found himself facing a campaign of derision and systemic exclusion from within the very party he remains loyal to.
Emphatically and without shame, Machila was told in the face: “No thanks, try next door!”
And this is not just a stumble. This is a pattern.
Murder, Myth, and Muzzles
You see, there was a time when albino killings dominated headlines. A time when it was not just a human rights crisis but a spiritual indictment of our national soul. Then suddenly, silence. No more missing persons. No more dismembered bodies. Just whispers in markets and murmurs in minibuses about how the real monsters retreated to air-conditioned boardrooms and WhatsApp strategy groups.
Rumours now waft like the stench of a forgotten crime scene: that some of the traffickers of body parts were not just misled villagers but men in suits, with stepchildren of presidents, family fixers, and “advisors” close enough to the seat of power to warm it with their criminal intent.
Norman Chisale yes, the family Rottweiler with a taste for security detail and sudden wealth still walks free, snout high, as if the ghosts of his tenure don’t howl every time he steps into a courtroom. And then there’s Mutharika’s stepson allegedly tangled in human trafficking that would make even the most hardened cartel blush. Reports suggest he too had business interests in the commodification of desperation.
A Family Affair
But it isn’t just the individual actors. It’s the architecture. The rot. The whiff of impunity that clings to the DPP like expired cologne. They claim to represent the people, but only if you squint hard and ignore their fondness for petrol bombs and silencers.
Let’s not forget Njaunju, the Anti-Corruption Bureau officer who ended up a corpse under suspicious circumstances after stepping on too many well-polished shoes. Or Chasowa, the Polytechnic student and activist found dead with a note so convenient, it might as well have been typed at the party’s headquarters.
Violence has always been their signature, their calling card. Mzuzu felt it. So did Mangochi. Even the southern region, supposedly their bastion, now reels every time the president visits. Welcomed not with open arms, but with hurled stones perhaps a DPP version of political hospitality.
A Party of Shadows, Not Substance
And now, they snub a candidate for having albinism. In 2025. In a country where diversity should be a badge of honor, not a reason for exclusion. Their excuse? Still pending. Their shame? Nonexistent.
One wonders, were this individual a stepchild of a former First Lady or had a family member who doubled as a state sanctioned bodyguard cum-dealer would the red carpet not have been rolled out?
This isn’t just discrimination. It’s spiritual decay. A reminder that the DPP’s love for power is second only to its fear of transparency.
Conclusion: Watch the Patterns, Not the Speeches
So the next time the DPP stands at a podium, preaching patriotism and promising justice, remember this: a party that silences whistleblowers, discriminates against its own, and treats political violence like a rite of passage, is not campaigning it’s conspiring.
And for those still wondering why the killings of persons with albinism have quieted ask not what changed, but who got quiet.
Malawi deserves better. And the DPP? They deserve nothing more than a long overdue reckoning with the truth, with justice, and with the people they forgot they were supposed to serve.
