Thursday, July 2, 2009

Growing up in Zambia...


We grew up from the donjons of compounds and ma yadi, we played in the mud, we played sack made football, we danced away with girls in the evenings (nsale nsale chinkamba) playing plastic made round-a-tin-of-paint drums, we made rubber guns with lid of drink tops, we played "game" and "touch" we played "eagle" and "rounders" we played sojo and trial (digo), we played kalambe and Ka nkuluwale, we played chidunu and tela, we got involved in sangwapo when the horses passed our streets, we gonenard on trucks/vans that passed through our roads and compounds - usually packed with drums of chibuku, We made wire cars and went to marabo - the rubbish sites, we saw Paul Ngozi with his blue skyline talking-car, we swam in anything, swimming pools, ditches, dirty rain water, We watched Bruce Lee and we imitated Kung-fu, made our own dragons and packed ourselves in a horse formation or monkey formation What about snake in the monkey shadow formation amidst shouts of hiya-hiya,We listened to songs sung by Peter Sosi Juma (Imisango, yaba chairman eee!!!) and we listened to Network Africa RSA - Nyanja or Lozi Section at 18:00, We listened to Ifyabukaya on Wednesday nights, and Kabusha on Sunday mornings and Po Cheza Mazulo on Tuesday evenings (Home Service) UTC using a 2 band ITT green radio, we ate tobomutwe and selemani We watched Six Million Dollar man, Woodpecker, Chips, Knight Rider, The A Team and in our later years McGyver.

We ate mashola and braised pork we bought sweet-mbalala and magodo we drunk munkoyo and tobwa we burnt sugar on a tea spoon for tea leaves We drunk chikoloki (syrup) with bomfwa or vitumbuwa or Kamulyaweka We sat by the road side and watched nice cars amidst shouts of donki, donkiWe watched Nyau and spectacles like Nyada and ToloWe drove on chigili gili and made wire cars we played with big truck tires where you got inside and your friends rolled you over. We saw Bakamutanda, lame but could climb very tall poles and dance whilst atopWe saw the National Service officers coming as early as 04:00 to wake us up for Clean-up We made kites out of mealie meal, sack strings and plastics with special sticks picked from the bush.

We used to stop when a funeral procession was passing.We used to give our seats in buses or at any gatherings to elderly people.We used to respect all the elderly people as if they were our parents.We used to kneel down when giving or receiving anything from an elderly person.We used to pose with those old telephones and flowers in photo studios when taking pictures usually found in markets We never used to mind to play around with torn shorts - magamba for such was lifeWe used to sleep on the floor with torn blankets or sleep 2 to 3 to a bedbecause of the extended family. We were given Choc milk at school We used to line up for bread - superloaf We used to get coupons for mealie mealWe used to hear our parents sing songs like - "My baby, my Sugar..tindindi, oh yes, tindinditindiii, oh yes" We used to be happy to listen to songs like "Heppy new year, Heppy Christmas, tell your mother Heppy New Year, tell your father Heppy Christmas..."We used to match during Independence day, UBZ buses used to pick us up from school for Independence stadium, Independence day used to be colourful with the Army popping those colourful fireworks at night.We used to jump in open vans instead of buses to and from town – remember the popular Peugeots? We used to put on khakhi uniforms with starch - londo Dr. Kaunda used to be our hero, our great leader We called other Presidents as (Ba Kaunda baku Malawi – Ba Kamuzu, Ba Kaunda baku Zimbabwe – Ba Mugabe) The list is endless but such is life, life that made us strong in this rugged terrain, life that made us the fittest, life that brings lots of memories sometimes that makes one shade tears just to remember what he wentthrough. But such is life and I give God the glory.

Looking back today, most people that went through such kind of life are Chief Executives, Directors, Presidents, etc they are responsible citizens and most of them are well educated. Look back and give GOD the glory.If you went through such a life, please send this e-mail to one or two of your friends to rekindle those old memories. May God bless our way of life, humble and yet peaceful. Isn't it all just amazing..?

DON’T ARGUE IF YOU WERE NOT THERE!!!!!Amen.

Much love to yáll

Arnold a.k.a. ZeeChild
you can also read bout Zambia's history here.....http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zambia

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Just for Laughs guyz!!!

Imagine you were the HR manager of this company and this application was dropped on your desk????


JOB APPLICATION


I am apply to my job of security guard to you boss in you company of Shoprite. I complete to Grade 8 examination certificate in 1997.

I am 27 ears to be Born of age and no mallied and no childish.

My father is dead long time ago and my mother mary in Zaire country there 10 years now, no see she so nobody known to help me.

My certificate is just sitting home for itself, but passes in Mathematics, Geography, Science and all subjects but fail in English because of Nyanja teacher, Mr Phiri, teaching me is jelos of myself. Me wear expenses cloth than
Ngoni teacher..

I here people you want security guards to you company and I tell you I Am one of that job experience for 2 years. I shot thief dead. I want to Join the company of you and chase criminal out with me AK47.

Please consider my aplication careful and call me any time because me Have celphone. I am red for interview with you. I am very hornest and can speak
English free.

Please also greet your wife. And rememba that English is not our mother land!!

Yours in faith

Pasopa Mampara
My picture frame I look beautiful