Kauswe

Zambian, I love Zambian history. Follow for some interesting threads on Zambian past. I try to share info you won't find in textbooks.

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The Occult Mystery of Chiengi and the Horror of Chiengi Charlie
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@MichaelMunsanje Hi Michael. Apologies for the silence. There is a certain project I am working on. Two months to go then I will resume. Thank you for understanding

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@Lela_Mal Welcome to the club ����

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Lovely story here!

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The Lion, the Hyenas, and the Cunning Jackal: A Fable

In the boundless savannah, where the golden grass sways under an azure sky, the lion reigned supreme. His majestic presence was a testament to his strength, a symbol of order amidst chaos. Even the scavengers, the hyenas and the jackal, recognised the lion's dominion, surviving on the remnants of his feasts. The lion, in his magnanimity, permitted them this small concession, understanding the delicate balance of nature.

The jackal, with his sly demeanour and fox-like cunning, believed himself to be a master of manipulation. He flitted between the lion's den and the hyenas' lair, weaving tales and sowing discord, convinced his wits could outmaneuver the mightiest of beasts. In his arrogance, the jackal imagined himself as a pivotal player in the grand tapestry of the savannah.

One sun-drenched day, the jackal slunk towards the lion, his eyes gleaming with feigned concern. "Majestic Lion," he began, his voice a whisper of deceit, "I bring grave news. The hyenas, emboldened by their numbers, plot against you. They speak of ambush and treachery."

The lion, whose wisdom was as vast as the plains he ruled, listened with a stoic gaze. He had seen the ways of scavengers—creatures whose lives were dictated by opportunism and guile. His survival was owed to a keen instinct and an unerring understanding of those who thrived on deception.

Satisfied with his mischief, the jackal trotted to the hyenas. "Hyenas," he said, "the lion is enraged. He plans to eradicate you, to reclaim his domain in its entirety. His wrath is a storm waiting to break."

The hyenas, familiar with the lion's formidable strength, growled in unease. They had tasted his fury before and knew better than to challenge his supremacy. They maintained their uneasy peace, skirting the boundaries set by the lion's authority.

The jackal, emboldened by his perceived success, continued his duplicitous dance. He fancied himself a puppet master, orchestrating strife for his gain. Yet, the lion, ever perceptive, had long seen through the jackal’s charade. The patience of the king was wearing thin.

One twilight evening, as the sky blushed with hues of orange and pink, the lion summoned the jackal. The cunning creature approached, masking his trepidation with a veneer of humility. "Great Lion," he ventured, "why do you roar so fearsomely into the night? Why do you disdain the hyenas? They tremble at your might."

The lion's gaze was steely and unyielding. "Jackal," he intoned, his voice a rumble of impending doom, "I am no fool. Your schemes are transparent to me. You think to pit me against the hyenas, but I know your true nature. The hyenas respect my dominion; they understand the boundaries of my territory. They have felt my wrath and learned their place."

With a swift, decisive motion, the lion struck, silencing the jackal's treachery. The plains echoed with the finality of his judgement. The jackal, that wily weaver of lies, was no more. His deceitful yelps became ghostly whispers, fading into the annals of the savannah's history.

Thus, the jackal's legacy was one of folly and hubris. He had overestimated his cunning and underestimated the lion's wisdom. The lion continued his reign, unchallenged and revered, while the hyenas respected the established order, aware of the consequences of defiance.

In the silence of the night, the jackal's tale served as a timeless reminder: those who tread the path of deceit will ultimately be consumed by the very shadows they seek to manipulate. The lion, ever vigilant, stood as the enduring symbol of strength and justice, his roars echoing through the plains, a testament to his undying reign.

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Credit - Eugene Makai

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HISTORY OF HOW CHAMBOLI IN KITWE GOT ITS NAME 1952

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Two Northern Rhodesia Scouts attending the Central African Jamboree at Nkana-Kitwe in Northern Rhodesia in 1952.
A commemorative patch of the Scout Movement for the Central African Jamboree held at Nkana in Northern Rhodesia in 1952

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@BwanaChris Are we ok Bwana?

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Source - beyondthesinglestory, sporting-heroes

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He credits his achievements to him being discovered early, and cannot wait to do the same for future generations of athletes.

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He is hopeful Zambia will produce another Olympic Team soon to bring pride to his country as he once did.

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Matete in the article, “Matete Enjoying Zambia Athletes Team Deputy Coach Role” says that he looks forward to giving back to his country.

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Samuel Matete hopes to remedy this by discovering Zambian athletes right out of high school like how he came to be. He feels he can be a leader for the Zambian athletes, and once again bring his country to victory.

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Samuel Matete, now fifty five, continues to dedicate his life to Zambian athletics. After Matete, Zambia has been unable to produce a track team in the Olympic Games.

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At age thirty two, Samuel Matete retired from track and field with one gold and three silver medals to his name, an incredibly impressive accomplishment.

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Although this wasn’t Matete’s best race, he held the high honor of carrying the Zambian Flag at this Olympic Games.