I pity myself for the fact that when significant things happen in Malawi, I just happen not to be there. Perhaps I shouldn't pity myself because location does offer me some measure of objectivity. So now, the flag has been changed. To others it's just a matter of the order of colours, the size/form of a galactical object and a few other nuance, not a big deal. For me, however, there are two things of lesser importance that I do in reaction: laugh it off by asking, now that there is a new flag, shall we finally say goodbye to the usage of mapolo a malayina to hang them on? I remember as a child observing with curiosity as the men of the black stripe on khaki dug holes whenever the red convertible came to town, they would dig a round hole yay wide and plonk in the painted white mapolo with fluttering flags at the top end. Ay, not sustainable to forest populations if you ask me. The other reaction of lesser importance that comes and goes is, 'If I do claim I'm a Malaw