Touring the city, I began to wonder how Americans could build a skyscraper in a year, but in four decades of independence, Malawi couldn’t even bring clean water to a village. We could send witch planes into the skies and ghost trucks along the roads, but we couldn’t even keep electricity in our homes. We always seemed to be struggling to catch up. Even with so many smart and hardworking people, we were sill living and dying like our ancestors.