Energy Minister, Hon Dora Siliya, speaking on behalf of government proposes banning the use of charcoal and to be replaced with coal. The million kwacha question here is, how much do we really know about coal first and foremost?
Alternative power sources are warranted but of course within reason and owing to the current economic woes, cost considerations should be at the core of all proposals, more so those from government.
From wot I understand, coal takes time to heat up and it is not ideal for our domestic setup due to the pricey equipment necessary for the use of coal which not everyone in the middle sector and below can afford.
Another concern is that coal deposits are far away from those that can afford to harness and use this kind of energy so any interruption in transport logistics might lead to countrywide shortages and countrywide upheavals thereafter.
While I agree with the looming change in climate being partly attributed to deforestation, I believe in cleaner sources of power and that they do exist, therefore the proposed use of coal is just as hazardous to the climate as the use of charcoal is. Why not invest in solar energy? The initial cost might be more but the running cost is definitely lower and consequently pays off eventually.
Do not worry about the size of a woman's buttocks or breasts but worry about the size of her heart and brain.
I got flowers today... It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night, and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said...because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today... It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day. Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn't believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over. I know he must be sorry, Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today... It wasn't mother's day or any other special day. Last night, he beat me up again. And it was much worse than other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money? I'm afraid of him and scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry, Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today... Lots of them...Today was very special. It was the day of my funeral. Last night he finally killed me. He beat me to death. If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers today.
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Gender Based Violence has never been the answer and it'll never be. Stop to think twice before getting involved in such inhumane acts.
Remember, men are just as much victims of the same as women are.
It's like am in this life and it's a movie altogether, but I am not the director.
Others just want to lead multiple lives through mine, but what choice do I have if I am actually at a disadvantage and utterly dependant?
It's all a failed movie in the most sense but one thing I believe I have though is love and myself.
It's therefore up to me to direct the rest of this movie.
My motherland is such a beauty. Most if not all mining towns in my country are filled with these man made mountains as created by rubble from open pit mines. This one is in Chingola at the Solwezi-Chililabombwe interchange.
Napkin sketching has always had its place in architecture. This is a conceptual doodle by one of the world’s most respected architect, Len Zegarski.
Found this to be very beautiful and very interesting. A cacti plant in a tree trunk.
Presently, it feels like if it's not you then there will be no one. I'll just learn how to live alone. Because right now I feel like I am home.
Bae, the fresh scent of roses and orchids signalling the break of spring on a warm morning. The sweet melody of birds chirping to welcome the season and the picturesque savanna showing the beauties of our motherland.
“Can someone tell these people to stop hoodwinking the people; it is not a good game, it is not funny!”, that was my uncle talking about political parties that make fake promises about doing something about the Chingola - Solwezi road, year in.
“The Chingola – Solwezi road requires reconstruction, i.e. complete replacement with a new state of the art modern road, not rehabilitation again like it is reported on ZNBC television. I believe the North Western Province region itself can fund this undertaking, can it not? We have heard these pronouncements before; I only hope they are serious this time. Let’s face it; this is the life line of the nation! Any disruptions on this road could have serious repercussions on the country’s economy”
People's cries, like my uncle's, seem to have rung loud enough. Woke up today to the news that finally something will be done about the current state of the road.
Thumbs up to the incumbent, as it seems that his recent visit to the Province to plea with the biggest investors has borne fruit.
Well done!
"Things that are not popular in Zambia, and why? ....and open plan homes simply because of our culture." (thezambianarchitect.wordpress.com)
My pal, Musonda Chilanga begins by mentioning vending machines and working payphones in the quest to answer his own question, but what is relevant to this platform is the house planning aspect which he later states. He further goes on to state just how far house design and planning has come in layout, from long hallways and dark rooms to be replaced with half walls and naturally lit spaces.
All in all, Musonda tries to explain why the open plan design cannot and will never work in Zambia. His head is in the right place however way you look at this, and the reasons for this are simple (please check his blog) but what resonates the most with me is that these schemes have been tailored for the Western culture and therefore imposing them on our Zambian culture would only prove futile.
Please be sure to read his blog on WordPress, it makes for a good read as he puts up some very good thinking points.
Some of the greatest advice I ever heard came as a kid, and it's that the past will hurt you but it's all on you to either let it break you or make you. I relate with that to this day.
You're my now, my present, my today and my tomorrow. They can take away yesterday which we didn't share but they can't take away tomorrow. They can't take away all the hopes and dreams for tomorrow, the hopes and dreams for the future. You'll always find my footprints in the sands of your tomorrow.
Just one of the reasons I love what I do, Architecture, it has the muscle to be altered beyond recognition, and therefore making it difficult for some to call development, it actually becomes a sequence of destructions: a destruction of culture, values… and especially, the beautiful memories of the locality it is built in.
Today at the bank, so there I was busy minding my own business waiting for my turn to be served, and right ahead was a man withdrawing what looked like 5 000 kwacha (that's me guessing, it might have been more - there's no way to be sure.)
He was told that the bank didn't have envelopes (banks should never run outta stationary) so what does he do? He walks out of the bank with the cash in his hands, like a boss.
This procession left jaws dropping as he smiled and waved at someone he knew.
I still don't know whether to applaud him or call him stupid.
You gotta love my people.
Love it or hate it, it's forever yours to have and to hold.
It's your cross to bare for some, but family is meant to be your escape, your haven away from life's hustles and bustles.
It's your rock when you slip and step into quicksand territory, and also the one to bail you out of contracts with the devil.
Family is the one to pick us up from rock bottom and to engrave on us "society worth."
It's anything but blood, family is about love and respect. It goes beyond skin deep. No one family advocates for enrolment for membership nor knows any limit to that membership.
Any one family not realising this will never know the true worth and importance of a genuine family.
My pocketful of sunshine. A sunshine with the brightest rays flooding through life's clouds on a gloomy day to see me through my darkest tunnels. My leading light. The light I want. The light I need. The light that casts a shadow to protect me, a shadow that embodies you, because with it I know that you're always with me, standing right beside me and me with you. I'll forever keep you full in my pocket.
Keeping fit is self love. Work out and eat well to feel good.
Take a walk. Go for a run. Go for a swim. Stand most of the day. Mow the lawn and rake it. Wash the car.
Eat your veggies. Cut down on soda. Drink light beer.
You look good and you feel good.
I don't want your love because love is too pretty. I want the ugly. I want the horror and I want the real. I want your everything as long as it's free.
I don't want your love because love is pretence. I want your disease. I want your drama because you're a Queen. I want your madness as long as you're mine.
I don't want your love because your love is too pretty. I want your delusion. I want you and I to put on the greatest tale ever told.
You can travel to see the Northern lights or the Southern lights or the Eastern lights or the Western lights... but staying here in this empty space where we first met is what I'll have to do waiting for you just in case you get up one day missing me. I'll be here standing in the rain. I'll be here standing in the cold. I'll be here standing in the sun. I'll stand my ground. I'll be camped here until you change your mind and come back to me. Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved. Maybe you'll hear about me. Maybe you'll see me on the telly but I won't move until you come back to me.
