Kamukwape's Diary

It was in December ,2006.I wrote my last semester exams, enthusiastic and expectant to jump into the industry and get a well paying job .I recall struggling to come up with a constructive work plan as I experienced what I would term a couple of interests sparkling , inviting me to ford the rivers of opportunities that were seemingly available. On one side of the coin,my mind was made up to search for employment and be employed by any institution that would give me an employment opportunity .On the other side of the coin my mind was strongly telling me to move on with my youth work. In both situations, closing my eyes, I could see my future in bright colors, opening my eyes only to see no promising situation. I had been involved in youth work for a good number of years now and understood how frustrating it was yet challenging and promising. Considering my passion for the development of the youth and their transition into adulthood with a sustainable livelihood, I could not withstand th...

A bright Sunday Morning it was! As I stretched my arms, suddenly woke up by the soft gospel music my kid brother was playing coupled with his kind of blued voice –oh yes he was chanting his morning slogans- the history essay ,as the grade nine leaving exams approach. Turning the other way round, my shy eyes bumped into the twinkling sunrays that penetrated the light curtained window of our bedroom. I realized another had started .Quickly I jumped onto my computer desk so that I could check my email and drop some updates to my networking partners. Soon after , I logged into facebook as usual to upload some beautiful photos which I took the previous day-the potholed dusty roads and hills surrounded by sparkling brown bush, north of Kitwe city ,approaching Garneton East where about one hundred fifty houses were bulldozed ,claimed to have been occupied illegally .Admiring these photos ,I realized how people communicated ,networked and collaborated effectively upon looking at a string of c...