In the shadows of a fading empire, the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP) is gasping for breath—not from external pressure, but from the poison brewing within. At the heart of this internal decay stands one man: Norman Chisale. Once a mere bodyguard, now the self-proclaimed kingmaker, he has emerged as the villain-in-chief, hijacking the party from the frail hands of an ageing Peter Mutharika, who has long lost the reins of control.
Just days ago, in a rally that barely drew a crowd at Mazengera Ground in Lilongwe Rural East, Chisale—brazen and unfiltered—confessed on camera that he will rig elections to ensure his preferred candidates win. The statement, shameless and alarming, went viral. But beyond the outrage, it reveals a chilling truth: the DPP is no longer a political party—it is a lawless cult driven by bitterness, greed, and desperation.
This is not the DPP of old; it is a sinking ship, captained by a ghost and steered by pirates. With Mutharika reduced to a ceremonial figure, rogue elements like Chisale have seized power, plunging the party into chaos. What remains is a shell of bandits posing as leaders, eroding every last shred of credibility the party once held.
Their anger is dangerous. Their hunger for power, even more so. Having been starved of the public purse since losing power, they now threaten violence should they lose again—a reality that awaits them in September. But Malawi is greater than any one party.
Let it be known: Norman Chisale may believe he is untouchable, but the law awaits. His unresolved court cases hover like a sword above his head. Justice, though patient, never forgets.
And as for the DPP, its fall is no longer a matter of “if” but “when.” Like the UDF before it, it is slowly dissolving into irrelevance. We only ask that as it dies, it does not set fire to the peace this country has fought so hard to preserve.
The authorities must act. The people must stay vigilant. Malawi does not need the DPP to thrive—and it will do just fine without it.
