
by Gerald Nkisu Katayi
Lusaka International Airport is the gateway to many destinations around the world from Zambia. Even though it is an “International Airport” there is nothing international about it. The main building called Lusaka International Airport which is supposed to be a symbolic building is nothing but a historical monument. Upon arrival as Zambians coming home, our embarrassment is that, one is met by the desolate, lifeless, ancient-looking main airport building.
Why is the government not doing something about revamping this old building? Let them give it a befitting overhaul as this building has served us well over the years. Whilst it may be structurally sound and fit for basic purposes; it has indeed been neglected somewhat and is crying out for a full face-lift. Is the government comfortable with the perceived level of ‘third world infrastructure?’ Our counterparts have been elevated to ‘developing world’ status with stunning airport buildings to present to the world, but Zambia is still “the real Africa.”
The ugliness of the airport is not limited to the dilapidated building; work ethics and services rendered at this airport are of great concern. Cohesion, intimidation, and begging by workers are so rampant. Each time I go on vacation, something sinister shows up at the airport. I had 23x3kg luggage allowance round trip; when leaving Lusaka, I only had 1×30 kg. I was told my bag was “overweight,” that I should pay and buy another bag for the extra 7kg. I showed the benefits of my ticket, the officer just glanced at it. I had to trash the 7 kg.
On another trip an airline had changed my transit dates. Initially I was supposed to transit in London for two days before connecting to Zambia. On my way back the lady at the airport demanded a $100 for the “change of dates.” I tried to explain, but she was adamant. I had to contact the airline who came to my rescue.
This other time, I had bought dry fish. I was told to “throw” it away because it was not “allowed” at my destination. I asked this officer to take the fish from my bag and throw it away as I was not going to do so. I went through with my fish.
Whilst at the airport, I gave some money to a friend for my project before he left. After my bags were checked in; an officer asked me for money. I don’t have, was my response. “I just saw you giving money to the man who was with you,” he insisted. Well, what has that got to do with you? And how can I just be giving money to strangers? I walked away.
My bags went missing each time I come through South Africa. I was advised to check with the airport the following day. By them holding my bag(s) and I picking the bags the following day; I become a sacrificial lamb; money exchanged hands as though my bags were being delivered to my residence. Last December my bag went “missing,” I was given a form to fill in and check with them the following day. I looked at this lady in the face and told her to give me my bag or else I will make a lot of noise because I knew what was going on…A few minutes later my bag was “found.”
Words like, “you are leaving us hungry,” “you are the people enjoying out there,” “leave me something for lunch” etc. are repeated by workers as one leaves the airport. There’s too much greed at this airport; this attitude will tarnished the image of Zambia if it continues.