Magazine nr. 3

Magazine Nr3

!!!NOTE: this webedition of Kambisa! #3 is not complete, for additionals and pictures get a paper copy!!!

 Editorial – Young, Alive and Kicking

 ‘They’re treating us like animals’ by Desh & KJ

Best Friends: Edi Phiri and Gift Mulengaby KJ

 Speaking up by Jotham Mwale

 Love – the most excellent way by Angela Kabemba

 An Oasis of Love – a child’s craving by Matongo

 Half a loaf by Saili Nyondo

 Outlook…. Tanzania

 Nokowamubiyo by Desh

 Life a Rose by Herbert Nthasu Mwiba Jr.

 Police at budget-demonstrations


Fast Car                by Tracy Chapman

Death of a Fresh Rose by Nicolas Kawinga

A union for gardeners, maids and waitresses


The Story of my life by Prince Chamu


Whenever trouble dawns your heart by Matongo

 Editorial – Young, Alive and Kicking

 ‘I hear people complaing we’re living in a landlocked country, we don’t have a harbour’, prof.

Luo told me in a recent interview, ‘but we’re living in a landlocked country, we are bordering

nine other countries. I don’t know any other country that has an opportunity like that! We should

be an haven of education, training people from Angola, Botswana, Tanzania…. look at the trade-

opportunities we have! Zambia is a incredibly rich country, we’ve got all kinds of landscapes, to

farm, to fish, anything… we’ve got minerals, there’s not a single one we don’t have – the only

thing we’re lacking is the attitude of the people. That’s what needs to be changed.’


How do we apply her lesson to the theme of this third Kambisa! – the children living on the

streets? We call them ‘streetkids’, they bother us when we are doing our weekend-shopping.

Signs along the road are warning us not to give beggars alms, supposing they’ll return to their

villages. But what if they have nowhere to return to? Society is changing, even village-life can

no longer offer assistance to anyone, we have to deal with the consequences.

Many of us have probably heard, not all of these kids might actually be as homeless as they

pretend to be; they might have a home to go at night, they might have guardians who’ve

instructed them to go and lie on the streets and make some money. Imagine the desperation a

mother must be in to tell her baby to wear rags and be hungry.

But what if that mother has sensed the cash a kid can bring in and doesn’t want to let go of that,

even if she could send him to school and feed him well – what if the elderly are exploiting the

younger ones to have another beer at night?

You are right, the problem doesn’t end with the kids alone. Some are being chased from home,

accused of being a witch or just being inconvenient, some have become too well-paying a victim

of abuse. No matter how much we try to outcast them, their problems didn’t start in isolation. It

might be a reason not to give cash, but can it be a reason to treat them with disdain?


These guys are strong


Nobody deserves to be sneared upon when asking for help, nobody deserves to be treated like a

disease. Let alone a child, no matter how independent, what a survivor he might be. Would you

be able to smile if you were sleeping under a bridge, if you were eating from a bin, if you were

fighting your best friends, if you had to beg people for a fee, if you couldn’t go to hospital when

you were sick, if you’ld be hungry for three days? They do.

These guys are strong – not because they chose these circumstances, but because it’s their live

and they have learned to adapt. In stead of looking down, you should be admiring. They are

humans, just like you. Offer them some respect, some sympathy – it’s what they’re lacking most.


We’re being fools, we’re surrounded by an army of young hardworking souls who can deal with

an inconvenience or two, but we’re complaining they talk dirty and they smell. In stead of

driving them into desperation, violence and purposeness, we should be empowering them,

encouraging them to show their beauty in a way we’ll be able to appreciate better. Prof. Luo

started by giving prostitutes means to become a mechanic or a teacher. What are you going to

do? I hereby open the competition, send us your plans, your proposals to help these kids.

Kambisa! will be monitoring you. Best plan by the end of this year will be send to parliament.


We need dialogue. Kambisa!BeHeard.



by Desh & KJ

Here’s a pastor driving a Benz. He’s on tv every Sunday.

We found him at Just Chicken along Cairo Road and parked our Corola next to him. A

space is dividing our two cars. 2WICE gets out to buy some water. Me and Nasty are

remaining, unvisible behind out tinted windows.


The pastor pretends he doesn’t notice

Three kids are approaching the pastors car, it seems they are asking for something. He looks

disturbed and closes his window. We want him to know we’ve seen what he has done and

let our windows down. Now the kids are approaching us. They don’t recognise us, but ask

how we are doing. Without them asking for money, Nasty gives them a 10 pin – they are

looking hungry. They tell us they are going to buy nsima. I tell them ‘go ask from that man,

tell him we’ve seen him on tv’. They are going and knock on the window, but the pastor

pretends he doesn’t notice till the kids have to give up.


A year later I’m talking with this little boy, complaining. If somebody won’t help him, they

should just tell him – not treat him like an animal. Even when just asking how somebody is,

they look at his dirty clothes and snear at him. I’m remembering the pastor, he’s not the only

one mistreating this kid or his friends.


Once I found myself at Intercity police-station, arrested after being inpolite to an officer.

After about an hour they brought in a 11-year old, used by some bigger boys living along

the rails. The first two times he’d met them, they’d helped him by giving him nsima. This

third time though, they’d given him a bag to go and snatch a vcr. When the kid had wanted

to leave the burgled house, he heard the owner coming in, ran to the bedroom and hid under

the bed. Once found he got beaten severely and was taken to the cell in which he found me.

Now he was complaining his leg was lame and his ribbs were paining. When his principals

had seen him being caught, they’d fled.


His leg was lame and his ribbs were paining


‘Sometimes when we’re sleeping, the police come and beat us up’, the kids tell me. I think

the officers are hoping to get some information out of them. One of the guys got sick after

being badly beaten by the police. His friends took him to the Fountain to recover. Now he’s

back on the streets again. The kids don’t like the Fountain, ‘they just give you little nsima

and you’re many’. These kids are used to their freedom; eating what they want to eat, when

they want to eat. If they have their money, their self-made money. Some make up to 10 pin

a day, others get stuck at 3. Some of them digest it themselves, others take it back to their



Their magic is paid for in oranges and bananas. In return the witchdoctor gives them what

they call ‘brown spirits’ – spirits which make them strong when fighting their friends. Doc’s

got a tree which speaks and he can jump from Findeco-house without getting hurt. They

want to be powerful like him. He can change into any being. When a passer-by lady halts

where we are meeting, it is him to spy our conversation. His presence is everywhere, not a

something they fear but a something which is making them couragious.


The lady loitering around us is being ignored, but not so are three rude boys approaching from

Katondo. ‘Time’s up’, I’m being told. Hastely we shake hands as they disperse. After a failed

intimidation-attempt, the bully’s continue their way. These must be the thiefs, demanding

‘protection’-money from the kids. Mafiosi.


I used to feel bad when I don’t have money and they’re following me. I’ve been one of those

snearing at them, telling them off. Now I can see, they’re just these guys. Sniffing glue and dirty

speaking are not making them the bad guys we see in them. They’re just young people, we need

to advise them a bit if we think they are a problem. They want to get a 30 pin and start selling

chewing gums, plactics and cigarets, but fear the council will chase them and grab their stuff.

They want to go to school but find it too expensive. Instead of looking at them as

inconveniencing animals, we should see their potential and use the power of these strong

independent souls. Give them a way to develop it.




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