Emerson Sam Navaya

Fact File : Executing planned activities in the office. P eople think the bathroom is just a place you rush into and rush out of. For me? It’s a private parliament. A quiet library. A war room. A confession booth. A courtroom. It is the smallest room in my house, yet somehow it carries the biggest weight of my life. Every morning, my day does not begin in the living room. It doesn’t begin with greetings, phone calls, or even breakfast. It begins with water—falling like a soft reminder that I’m still alive, still breathing, still expected to *do something* with this day. The moment I close that door behind me, the world becomes silent enough to hear my own thoughts. And that’s when my mind wakes up. I walk in with sleep still clinging to my eyes, but I walk out with a plan. Because in that room, I don’t just bathe my body—I bathe my mind. The morning shower is where I hold meetings with myself. I stand under the water and begin the day’s agenda like a man briefing a team before a missio...

By Emerson Sam Navaya - Blantyre, October 5, 2025 Professor Arthur Peter Mutharika’s return to power on Saturday marked not just the renewal of his presidency but also a defining moment for the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP). His speech at a packed Kamuzu Stadium was a declaration of intent—stern, sober, and stripped of campaign grandstanding. The 85-year-old leader cast Malawi as a nation in deep crisis and vowed to take “hard and painful decisions” to restore economic stability, root out corruption, and rebuild national confidence. It was a tone far removed from the celebratory rhetoric that often colors inaugural speeches. “There is no money in government. Borrowing is extremely high, and nobody knows where the borrowed money has gone,” Mutharika declared bluntly. “We will fix this country.” Old professors do not die, they just fade away : APM- photo by MANA  The seriousness of his words reflected a deliberate recalibration both in tone and in political strategy. After five ...

By Emerson Sam Navaya - 05th October, 2025 . I f loyalty is the essence of a person, then Norman Paulosi Chisale embodies it fully- a steadfast guardian of the Mutharika legacy, serving not just with duty but with the quiet fire of the heart. In recent revelations, it's clear that Chisale's bond with the Mutharikas stretches back further than many realize: even as Bingu wa Mutharika lost to the 1994 general elections, Chisale was already woven into the family's orbit, a young man drawn to their vision long before the corridors of power opened wide. Hon. Chisale emerges as a unique Paul in our modern days, one who traded the steady rhythm of his early fishing days along Malawi's shimmering waters for a life of selfless service, mirroring the biblical apostle's radical pivot from worldly pursuits to unyielding devotion. Norman : following electoral updates - fact file . Like the Apostle Paul, who forsook his Pharisee robes to champion Christ's message across chai...

PART ONE By Emerson Sam Navaya I n African societies, people say history is the greatest teacher. Well. For Malawians, the last five years under the MCP-led administration of Dr. Lazarus Chakwera have been nothing short of a living classroom of painful lessons. What Malawians have learnt from modern politicians is always a reminder—an equivalent, perhaps, to what the Israelites endured in Egypt. The memory of those days is still menacing and fresh, etched into the minds of citizens who queued, struggled, and prayed simply to survive. The Forex Nightmare One of the darkest experiences has been the severe shortage of foreign exchange. While government officials could access forex with ease, ordinary Malawians were locked out, forced to watch helplessly as the Malawi Kwacha fell to K6,000 against the U.S. dollar. For families, this was more than just numbers on a financial board. “I watched my husband die without treatment,” said one woman from Blantyre. “We were told the medicine could ...

By Emerson Sam Navaya W here does Malawi miss it? That question has lingered in the minds of many citizens who watch their nation blessed with rivers, lakes, and fertile land, yet still condemned to hunger year after year. It took me just minutes to wonder whether Malawi truly has leaders who care enough to end hunger once and for all—or whether hunger itself has been weaponized to serve politics. Malawi has become a hunger strike nation —a country where food shortages are not an occasional disaster but a predictable cycle. And yet, on the ground, ordinary farmers prove every day that hunger is not inevitable. One such man is Tommy Chimpanzi , an agricultural officer responsible for environmental conservation. On his small piece of land, he produces harvests so abundant they defy the excuses of an entire government. TOMMY CHIMPANZI: A FARMER AGAINST THE ODDS Standing proudly beside rows of green maize, Tommy explains how he beats the odds: “I don’t wait for government subsidies,” he...

How I lost my right eye is something I avoided for long, but today I hold this no more. My grandchildren, you see me now as nothing more than an old man with a bent back and dimming sight, but behind this frail frame lies a story of power, betrayal, and regret. To the world, I am just another elder who once held the reins of leadership and now sits by the fireside watching the flames dance. But to myself, I am a man who lost not only an office, not only a throne, but the very eye of trust that the people once placed upon me. That is why I speak today, for silence has become too heavy a burden. In my youth, when my voice carried weight and my steps were strong, the people lifted me high above the crowd. They sang my name with the rhythm of drums, and they declared with confidence that I would be their deliverer. I was their hope, their chosen son, the one who would bridge the gap between their hunger and their harvest, their despair and their destiny. In those days, I believed my rule w...