I once took a long bus journey – an overnight trip to Zambia, in 1994. It was the very first time I crossed the border. We crossed the Kazungula border post just after dawn.
Following the eventful bus journey, I was taken back to Zambia by my uncles’ storytelling between the years of 1995 to 1998.
Now I want to take a train to Zambia. I want to take a train to Zambia with my uncle. When I was a little boy; I have listened to his countless eloquent stories of his time studying in Zambia. I have always thought that one day –when I’m old – I would catch a train and visit Zambia. In 1999, my best friend – Meki– from Zambia continued where uncle Willy left off. Himself, too, narrated train stories from Gaborone all the way to the copper belt country. I want to take a train to Zambia too.
I want to visit the Kaunda’s country. I also want the red and white, Reebok Bwalya shirt, like Doctor Khumalo. I want to visit the great Kalusha’s hometown of Mufulira. I want to visit Moses Chikwalakwala’s family. I want them to know that in Botswana, we too, fondly recited his glamorous name printed in the expensive Soccer Magazine. We too, were deeply saddened by the mighty KK11 plane crash. I want to take a train to Zambia too.
I want to eat nshima while in Kitwe. I want to taste kapenta too. I want to taste kalembula too. I want to sip on Munkoyo. I want to ride a boat on Lake Tanganyika. I want to enjoy the sunset views along the majestic Zambezi River. I want to go back and see the breath-taking Mosi-oa-Tunya. I want to track the Southern Africa Freedom Trail. And Just as I did when I was a little boy, I want to then shout at the top of my voice: “One Zambia! One Nation!”
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Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 