05/11/2025
It is painful ,truly painful , to watch how quickly some people are willing to rearrange history while the heart of a whole nation is still learning how to breathe again. Baba’s legacy is not just a political chapter that you can close and replace with a new cover. It is a story written through struggle, sacrifice, tears, scars, and endless hope , a legacy that still lives deeply in the hearts of many.
But now, even before the dust of our emotional exhaustion settles, there are those who seem too eager to step into a space that is not yet empty. It is as if they cannot wait for the applause of the crowd, even though the crowd is still silent ,still processing, still holding on, still hurting.
I have watched by-elections posters and campaign banners where Baba’s portrait has quietly disappeared, replaced with Gladys Wanga’s. And I ask myself, is it not too soon? Can a leader’s legacy be transitioned like this, so swiftly, so boldly, so confidently ,without allowing people the space to feel, to reflect, to breathe?
Why the rush?
Why the urgency to impose presence, instead of earning respect naturally, through patience, service, humility, and time?
Leadership is not inherited like property.
Legacy is not transferred like a document.
Respect is not claimed ,it is given by the people, when they are ready.
And right now, many are not ready.
Not to close the chapter.
Not to replace the face.
Not to rewrite the story.
Sometimes, the greatest form of leadership is waiting.
Waiting for the right time.
Waiting for the people.
Waiting for healing.
But when someone is in a hurry to take the seat before the dust settles, it raises a question that echoes painfully in the hearts of many:
Was it ever about the people or was it always about the power?