The Untold

  Hi fellow aunties and uncles, welcome to this week’s conversation. Today we’re talking about something we don’t say out loud enough, which is friendships that don’t really end, but somehow still leave. Let’s call this one “friends that don’t stay.” Pour your evening tea. This is a soft conversation, but an honest one. So the other day, I bumped into someone I used to call my person. You know that kind of friend. The one who knew your moods before you even said a word, the one you’d call first with both good news and bad decisions. We hugged, we smiled, we said all the right things “we should meet,” “we’ve been so busy,” “life, hey?” But somewhere in that conversation, I felt it. We were no longer in sync. Nobody fought, nobody did anything wrong, life just happened differently for both of us.   She’s probably in her own different routines now, with new daily schedules and responsibilities, and work that fills her days. I on the other hand also have a different routine, diffe...

  Hi new aunties and uncles Let’s talk. Unemployment can feel heavy sometimes, as in really heavy 💔 Last week, social media in Zambia was busy,   e specially for those in the health sector. People were celebrating their new positions, sharing photos of themselves, saying  “finally.”  Their family members and friends were just as proud, posting them, congratulating them, and celebrating the milestone like it was a win for everyone. And honestly? It was beautiful to see. But not everyone was celebrating. Some people were not among those that were picked. In the middle of all this, at work, my colleagues and I were casually having a conversation about it. Then one of them shared something that honestly caught me off guard. She said she met someone who got a job immediately after finishing university a couple of years ago, even before graduating. And this person said , “I don’t understand how people fail to find jobs because they’re everywhere. I think those who do...

  Hi aunties and uncles… I know, I know… we’ve been quiet. We haven’t spoken this year, so… happy new year, I guess? 😅 Let’s ease into it. To start the year, Let’s talk about generosity. This thought has been sitting on my heart for a while, and honestly, it was sparked by three men in my life who mean the world to me. Men I love deeply. Men whose hearts are bigger than they even realise. Growing up, I’ve always known my father to be a giver. Not just in words but in action. My dad? That man would take off the shirt on his back to clothe someone else and somehow still walk away like he hasn’t done anything special. If you’ve ever met him or even just been around him, you know the kind of man he is. But something hit me hard some time back. My father is deeply rooted in his faith. His relationship with God is non-negotiable. No matter how tired he is, he shows up. As a preacher, he would often travel to rural areas to minister. To me, that was normal routine because I’ve seen him d...