Tuesday, December 21, 2021

TEENAGE SABOTAGE

 From a dreadful early age or thirteen

Boys and girls become a sabotaged teen

Upon missed chances, by poverty or negligence 

Or through abuse or some life-phase circumstance

Believe or doubt, whether a journey of choice or pressure

Daughters and sons of our very own soil!

Facing all or much of the world’s pervading spoil

Born into and brought up with the freedom of choice or lack

Maybe to be trampled or sampled by the strong, cunning or any who pleasure 

Sexually, socially, economically, morally, and spiritually; too weak to escape the smack!



©Mwango Lupupa 15112021

Friday, August 20, 2021

ORGANISATIONAL TOOLS THAT BECOME INSTRUMENTS OF TORTURE 2: EXCOMMUNICATION

   

Excommunication for any reason is bad enough, and BEING excommunicated particularly through an unjust or ill-conceived disciplinary order when you have not sinned is worse. It is dehumanising and torture! Most people in the church generally in Zambia seem to turn a blind eye to this or they are uncomfortable, or fearful or indifferent to talk about the wrongful excommunication done by their church leaders.

Friday, July 16, 2021

Mrs Chishiba Shibemba Chibuta: A Rare Jewel

 I rarely write about death maybe because I think about it often. It has "stared me in the face" several times, has shadowed and scathed me in no small ways! However, it does not scare me by God's grace. 


Yesterday another beautiful soul had gone to be with the Lord. I've not seen my wife break down and cry at such sad news for some time, and I now had two girls to comfort as our daughter was also crying. Death really has a sting but no victory over God's elect children. Mrs Chishiba Shibemba Chibuta rests in eternal peace in the bossom of Christ. I may now not get the answers I wanted about Mr Mwamba Chibuta for my book project, but we shall meet on the other side by God's Will. If memory serves me right, I came to know the Chibutas between 1995 and 1997. I started relating a little more closely with them from around 1999 onwards especially through being friends with Lumpuma Olivia Chitambala (Mrs Kayombo now) and Mwansa Shibemba, Mrs Chibuta's young sister (now Mrs Kabwe) who stayed with them for some time. 

What was most remarkable and attractive about the couple was their hospitality and love for God that worked out in practical Christian living. They were good and generous. I remember how, we young people "from church" would ransack their home almost at any time of day! Blessed was their maid too, MHSRIP. Well, by God's grace the Chibutas cherished and inspired, at least in me, family time not just through devotions and church attendance but holidays and outings consistently throughout their marriage. I remember them disappearing from our midst for holidays, Mr Chibuta driving the Suzuki Vitara, which I think influenced me in buying our Suzuki Escudo, because I had asked him some questions about theirs. Mr Chibuta was a role model for biblical headship and as provider; he was hard working. Mrs Chibuta herself was an inspiration for her submission, respect ,love, and support to her husband. She became a caring but strict mother and, fair to say, a mirror of the "Proverbs 31 woman" as she juggled the balls of homemaker, formal career in a demanding organisation, and reliable wife! I remember hearing sister Lumpuma say, 'balikosa bana Chibuta' when she was expecting to give birth to Mutale, their first born daughter, but going to the office almost until she was due! She was not just physically strong but spiritually and morally too. But of course she was no angel, not perfect at all and I can't speak about her negatives which I was not aware of. The couple were not just love birds, but sing birds too! They loved music and to minister through singing at Kabwata Baptist Church, and I'm pretty sure they were very instrumental in the music ministry recording and releasing a 12 song or so album. That was quite apart from the fact that Mr Chibuta was at that time a church elder, the role he served in to the end of his life, and while they both had busy jobs.

They really were a pillar in society by their faith and practice, more so as they excelled in their careers and entrepreneurship. They started an events management business that consisted hire of chairs, marquees (not sure of spelling) and decor, which Mrs Chibuta continued to run even after the passing of her husband in January 2014. His battle with cancer, at least with the love of his life always by his side, and subsequent demise, I suppose was one of her most trying times but she took it with grace. They had sought treatment abroad in India, and at home but at length to no avail. We were delighted to visit and see them back at home after their last India visit, hoping for the best. They gave my wife and I some valuable information during that time, and told us about a wonderful Indian Christian family since we were scheduled to travel there. We were assured of their prayers as they were of ours. They were one of the first people or couple we visited when we returned in December 2013, only to lose Mr Chibuta in a few days or weeks following. It was a terrible period for us, much more for our sister, aunt, and friend Chishiba Shibemba Chibuta and their family. That did not keep her down as she continued doing well: hosting Saturday breakfasts for the August Conference speakers, accompanied by pastors/elders from the organising Churches; progressing in her work and academics where she had meritoriously risen to senior management at CHAZ and bagged a Masters.

Now her own, literally lone battle with Covid19 or it's association, finally took her to glory yester morning, the 15th day of July 2021, leaving three wonderful children orphaned! What a blow to the militant Church and terrible loss to society, particularly to family and friends. Both in her and her husband's case, we prayed yet God in His sovereignty saw it fit for them to leave earth at the precise moments that each of them did. We are told in Hebrew 9:27 that 'it is appointed unto men once to die...'  Mrs Chibuta was a rare jewel of mother earth and a precious flower of heaven; too precious to be irked by the incessant ills of this world while her tear-strewn face looked up to heaven, instead of singing the unceasing heavenly praises of her God and Saviour. He comforts her now and has wiped her tears to cry or suffer or die no more! Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen. Hearty condolences again to Mwansa, Nkonde, Bunda, Dr Shibemba, Mutale, Kombe and Chishiba Jr, and the rest of the family. May God almighty, all-wise and Sovereign strengthen and comfort you; and may he undertake for you dear ones in the physical absence of the wider Christian family.

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

THE CLOUDS WERE RUSHING TO LUSAKA


They were rushing to bring a chill

How fast, no one could really tell

God-sent, it seems, the people to drill

Smoky & silky as though to cast a spell

They looked innocent, yet so effective

No Lusakan could escape irrespective

In pockets they rushed, the sun to veil

The sun above them & the wind beneath

Mysteriously charged, they roamed earth

Lusaka could frost & fray for warmth!

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(c) M-L 12072021

Saturday, June 12, 2021

ORGANISATIONAL TOOLS THAT BECOME INSTRUMENTS OF TORTURE: DISCIPLINARY CODE

 CODE OF DISCIPLINE



 

If you think that being forced to work, in the case of slavery was bad enough, BEING FORCED NOT TO WORK or out of it particularly by unjustly applied or manipulated disciplinary code is worse! It is dehumanising and torture. Most people or the general public in Zambia in this era seem to turn a blind eye to this or they are uncomfortable, or fearful or indifferent to decisively handle it or have it squarely addressed. When I looked up the word 'torture' in the Collins Cobuild Advanced Dictionary, I was satisfied that it means 'to deliberately cause great pain over a period of time in order to punish'; 'to cause to suffer great mental or physical pain or anxiety'. Where a disciplinary code is used without following laid down procedure and with the aim to fix someone, people become victims of hateful vendetta, or shameless and evil hounding at the hands of those who wield power or command it in organisations. I have not only heard about their suffering, I have also witnessed people being victimised and stripped of their hard earned incomes by a director with egoistical force and witch-hunt intent as if they are not accountable to anybody in a Quasi-Government institution.

 

That institution which is under a key Ministry in this country is successfully managed or run like it is a personal business, with intimidation, abuse of authority or office, and corruption to the extent that people wonder WHO the director of that institution knows or what strings they pull in the governance system to have any scrutiny off their back and get away with serious misconduct and abuse. One of the funniest situations was when they allegedly registered to attend two workshops at the same time, and lodged at one of the venues with their family. They also allegedly had an institutional vehicle which is just about five years old, 'evaluated' and bought off at a mere K35,000! The director is not satisfied with defrauding the institution by getting what is not theirs, or at least at little cost to them; they must defraud and torture all employees whom they don't like or they perceive to be “against” them by managing to unjustly and manipulatively use an organisational tool that has in-built rules and procedures, transparency and fairness. They craftily unilaterally suspend and dismiss employees and withhold some of their benefits. Somehow that director overrides all the rules and procedures, and all that go with that through a bogus disciplinary procedure. A number of employees have literally been forced not to work and out of it, and their lives shattered through unfounded or trumped-up charges, suspensions and unfair dismissals!


 

Many employees have been tortured while the Board and the parent Ministry watches; meanwhile the victims and their families squirm in untold psychological, physical and economic agony, without any hope of recourse. The irony is that while the institution itself represents something of law and justice, it has instead been made to perpetrate horrifying forms of injustice, abuse of authority and corruption through one person, the director. Finances meant to pay what is owed to staff and unduly dismissed employees are used to pay legal fees and purchase new motor vehicles. Should this be allowed to pass down history ignored and/or treated as unimportant? Where is justice for the victims of torture through the misapplied, abused, and manipulated disciplinary code of the institution? And where is justice to condemn the wrongdoer? By the way, the director will get their benefits when their contract (which one wonders why and how it was renewed under the circumstances) ends, leaving the institution obviously worse off! Usually those who have no other source of help and whose hope and strength have been stretched to the limit appeal to H.E. the President for help or intervention; I am humbly and heartily asking no less on behalf of the victims; napempa kuli atate aziko ba E.C.L. Their voices have even been stifled because they don’t believe such things have happened or have been let to happen by people who shouldn’t have let them get to that point in the first place. Albert Einstein said, “The world is dangerous to live in, not because of those who hurt, but because of those who watch and let it happen” and Desmond Tutu echoed something similar when he uttered that, ”If you are neutral in a situation of injustice, it is because you have chosen the camp of the oppressor.” Time of reckoning will surely come.

 

 

 

Saturday, May 8, 2021

THE AFRICAN SUN

©Mwango Lupupa 23102016


To write it is my right; to sing it should be right

Goldenly the sun appears; mildly it disappears

Quietly peeling on the scaly mountains

Smouldering over the silky horizon

The grandeur seems just right

Like springs or seasonal fountains

Into the unending zone

Golden and mildly

All but once rightly


Sure it rises, truer it raises

On and through the green lush fields

On the soft blue or sparkly waters

Mothers and fathers, sons and daughters

Oh but it is God who raises the African sun

Even a song in the heart of an African

The African sun not only rises and raises

It also blesses all it shines upon

Oh wake up to this reality

For it dawns the day

And it ends its stay

To what end? To what profit?

You’ve to choose, you’ve got to say


I will sing about the African sun

I will sing it right because it’s my right

Being free under the African sun

Just feels right so as to do what's right


Seems just right so as to do what’s right

Good to be alive and to be counted for some good

Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters

Rise like the sun unto good!


Tuesday, May 4, 2021

WINGS OF A STRANGER


 

 

 

 

She grows wings of a stranger

She unmistakably takes on wings of stranger

And she very readily mounts on wings of a stranger

She surprises and frustrates by her words or actions, her wings to master

She has no fixed loyalty to anyone; she’s but a cautiously disappointing drifter

She has no regrets keeping her promises as much as taking on voyager wings

No matter what good someone does for her, auto is her wing-flight mode

Married or not, needs no expert, then, now or ever, her wings really to prod

A man can love a woman but not completely know or understand her swings!

 ©Mwango Lupupa 022020

 
‘Wings of stranger’ depicts a character, particularly female, that disappoints or surprises you by their words or actions, by which you wonder if you know them at all! It’s a description of someone who does or says something undesirable that completely catches you unawares such that it makes you ask where it came from. Someone is held or said to take on, have or develop ‘wings of a stranger’ when they say or do something that frustrates or somehow pieces you off and makes you feel like they have become distant or as if they are a stranger momentarily. In my mother tongue, we say “amena amapipiko”, which is literally translated “he/she has grown wings”. You believe you know someone well? Think again!

 

IN THIS LIFE

...There are times:

°When we've to take risks that we are not akin to; when loss is 100% eminent!

°When we have to fight bitter battles & stand alone as individuals or families;

°When we've to count the cost disregarding our status & benefits

°We've got to celebrate victory over evil; when we decisively resist & overcome it with good & it feels good!👌

°When we've to conquer our fear(s) with what we never anticipated;

°When we've to partner with others for worthy causes, perhaps bigger than ourselves

°When we've to humble ourselves in recognition of our weaknesses, sins & limitations & simply mourn;😭

°When we've to be still & silent & consider our action or decisions in light of the consequences

°When we've to simply look at issues or the bigger picture without being in the equation;

°When we've to put aside our ego, & go low to get lifted higher;

°When we've to be alone, & learn in quietness & loneliness;

°There are times when Love is not an option but we've got to love anyway;💖

°When love is not reciprocated or appreciated & shouldn't be, in order to be worth it or valued;

°When we've got to let time reveal all or matter less;

°When minutes seem to be hours; times when only fewer days seem to fill a whole week;

°When matter matters not; when sense is questioned & order is ordered;

°When we've got to stand in order to progress.

===ONLY IN THIS LIFE!===

 ©Mwango Lupupa 17032017