Most people donβt actually want success. They want the appearance of success without the discipline, loneliness, rejection and boring work that usually comes before it
@tobyasky Salah wasn't just benched, he was benched for 3 games against teams that needed a more attacking setup, you can't sit Salah on the bench for 90min and then throw in Isak who hasn't played a game and coming from injury I felt that was disrespect
Yesterday, I called someone to enquire where I could find diesel, which is now very scarce in Blantyre. I had seen the long queues. After some minutes, he told me to go to a filling station in Limbe asap. In such situations, I usually send my driver because I hate the whole hustle and tussle, the endless queuing for hours. But he said, βHurry up, you will not take long. Just make sure you are here within the next 15 minutes.β
And indeed, in under 15 minutes, I was there. I was desperate because my fuel light was on and I barely had 21km remaining. When I arrived, I called him and he said, βJust come to the front. Donβt join the queue.β
Now, I find that quite uncomfortable. Not necessarily because it is dishonest, but because I never want to find myself in a situation where people surround my car and start shouting at me to go back to the line. I would never want to be involved in a public exchange of words, let alone a fight with anyone. But let me be honest here, the real reason is that if I was on a line and someone jumped it, I would cause so much chaos and they would not fuel. So what if there was someone like me on that line? And the good Lord says in the Bible, βDo unto others as you would have them do unto you.β
So I stopped at the very back of the line. It was quite long. I told him I was not ready to jump the queue. He came and said, βBoss, apapa mukakhala kunoko simuthila. Pabwera 3,500 litres yokha. Let me drive.β I moved to the back seat. He drove my car all the way to the front.
But what struck me, and what makes me write this piece, is how confidently he responded to those asking, βWhatβs going on?β
βAise, ya bwana wathu iyi. Usayankhulenso.β
And the others would simply respond, βNdakumva,β and keep quiet. Inside the filling station, from the guard to the fuel attendant, they all kept saying, βYa bwana wathu iyi.β
In less than ten minutes, I had my full tank which cost MK456,250. Such an exorbitant figure. A year ago, a full tank would cost around MK250,000. That was before the Prof was brought back to the echelons of power after five years of civilian life. To be honest with you, I initially wanted to fuel worth MK200,000, but when I thought about the hustle of looking for fuel again, I squeezed myself and filled the tank.
At the end, I was asked to add an extra MK20,000 for the guys, which I happily paid. And that is when it hit me that all that βbwana wathu awaβ came at the cost of 20K. Again, let me be honest, it is not like I did not know money would have to exchange hands at the end. I only thought it would be more than 20K.
As I drove home, I wondered if corruption will ever end. Corruption thrives on broken systems. You go to Road Traffic and the system is down. You wait for hours, sometimes days. Then someone quietly tells you, βBwana, if you want, it can happen today, but you will need to pay something.β And just like that, you pay because you are tired of waiting. The brokenness of the system is by design. It is so normalised and institutionalised that people no longer even see it as corruption.
And if the big man is corrupt, the small boys at a filling station will be too. By βbig man,β I mean the Prof. Didnβt he allegedly use his TPIN to buy cement fraudulently amongst other allegations of corruption? But we still voted him back into power because we have become numb to corruption. Anyway, story for another day. Enjoy your day!