Uncle Tenson or adada sat in his brown sofa chair. Aunt a Nya Zghambo or amama sat is her brown sofa chair next to him. I sat in the corner closest to them on the long brown 3 cushion sofa.
“Tizaso and Misozi!” Uncle Tenson called.
“Sah!” both of them answered and came to the living room.
“Go now to the bathroom. Musuke mino na mswaji, wear your pajamas and go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow to go to school. Kucedwa yayi ka! (Go and brush your teeth. Do not delay).”
I quickly went to my bedroom and brought my package. I opened it on the coffee table to show them the 6 large dry bream fish I had brought.
“Yeo Tembo, (Thank you)” Aunt Nya Zghambo said clapping her hands. “This is very good fish. We will cook some of it tomorrow for supper. The rest we will put in the deep freezer.”
“Yes, Yeo Tembo (Thank you)” Uncle Tenson also said clapping hands.
“Tembo,” Uncle Tenson turned to me and said. “Malonje ngakuti ine na Anyi Namwe, and the family tose we are doing very well since you left. So tell us about Barotseland!? How was your trip to Western Province? How was it?”
“Adada na Amama muli apa, (Father and mother right here)”, I replied emphatically. “Ulendo ukanowa chomene. Ningamtetezghani yayi. (The trip was very sweet. I cannot lie to you).”
“Eh! Anenani (Tell us more).”
“Uku Ku Ulozi nkhuwemi chomene(The land of the Lozi is very good). “This was the second time I have flown on a plane. The first time was in 1974 when I flew Zambia Airways from Lusaka to Chipata for which I personally paid the fare of K13.00”.
“Sure?” my uncle said with surprise at the very low fare. “That was about the price of a UBZ bus fare from Lusaka to Chipata at the time!”(United Bus Company of Zambia)
“Enya!! The flight from Lusaka to Mongu was even better; very smooth very good. The NAMBOARD officials Mr. Imasiku and the Driver Mr. Mundia welcomed me at the air strip. But what happened the following day, I will never forget.”
“Mr. Imasiku had put me at Lyambai Hotel. When I woke up in the morning and opened the curtains of my window, the scene was the most beautiful I have ever seen in my whole life living in Lundazi, Chipata and Lusaka. The long glowing soft morning sun rays were landing on a beautiful canal with shimmering blue waters with some of the Lozi people busy rowing canoes up and down catching fish. After the first rains, the November tiny shoots of green grass were just beginning to shoot up all over the land along the canal.”
“Anenani (Tell us more)”, Uncle Tenson said sitting on the edge of his chair.
“The previous night I had gone to Sinjonjo Bar.”
“We are not surprised!” Uncle and Aunt Nya Zghambo laughed. “We know you are a young man.”
By Mwizenge S. Tembo, Ph. D.
Professor of Sociology