Dear Judge Mbadwa, My Lord, I should have been commenting on how officials are stammering their way through explanations of the fuel crisis: today blaming global shocks and forex, tomorrow blaming journalists, and the next day contradicting themselves entirely. But that circus has already been dissected by others. Allow me, therefore, to turn to another performance on the national stage.

We are now living under Mapuya 2.0, a reign that arrived on the wings of hope after the failures of its predecessor. Time will, of course, be the ultimate judge of whether that hope was justified. Yet suddenly, a choir has emerged, chanting that Mapuya’s second coming is all about ‘leaving a legacy’.

My Lord, I must object. Somebody is selling Nyasas a counterfeit gospel. Yes, I will grant the ‘legacy singers’ the benefit of doubt: a legacy can be good or bad.

But which one are we talking about here? If we accept their narrative, we are essentially saying Mapuya was previously clueless, only now waking from a dogmatic slumber to realise he must leave behind something memorable. To suggest he only started caring about his footprint in the eleventh hour is not just unfair—it is an indictment.

Mapuya himself has never declared he is on a legacy‑building mission. What he has said, repeatedly, is that he will not tolerate poor leadership or corruption. That is not legacy talk; that is constitutional duty.

If he performs those duties well, his legacy will write itself; etched in the chronicles of Nyasaland as the man who rescued the nation from mediocrity and ushered it toward a ‘new Singapore.’ And let us be honest: do leaders ever apply to leave a legacy? No. Legacies are the unintended footprints of diligence.

Those who worked with integrity left good legacies. Those who thrived on incompetence and greed left bad ones. Both were remembered, but not because they campaigned for it.

I repeat, my lord, you do not demand a legacy; you earn it through the silent toil of transformation. So, my Lord, let Mapuya 2.0 perform without the burden of this artificial chorus. If he exceeds expectations, history will honour him.

If he fails, history will also record it. But let us not pretend that chanting “legacy” will conjure one into existence. Respectfully submitted, John Citizen