If a man is lucky, there is no telling the possible extent of his good fortune. Throw him into the Zambezi River and he will swim out with a diamond in his hand.
The desire to be lucky is universal. We all hope to be favored by the whimsical goddess of Good Luck. Is there a way we can meet her and attract not only her favorable attention, but her generous favors?
This is what Kamwandi Nyakalenda wanted to know.
There was going to be a businessmans meeting at the Edingburgh Hotel in Kitwe. Kamwandi, just had to be there. Rumor had it a wise rich man, whom everyone called Uncle Alfred was going to be there. He was one of the tycoons of Kitwe. At such forums people were free to talk to Uncle Alfred like an equal.
As the sun rose to light up the Chingola skyline, Kamwandi boarded the minibus that would take him to Kitwe. Ironically today he felt lucky, there were only about 10 big trucks on the way and journey to Kitwe was much quicker. Traveling from Chingola to Kitwe was a nightmare, with all the trucks on the road.
“I hope the next president builds us a dual carriage way,” Kamwandi thought.
When he arrived at the Edingburgh Hotel the meeting had already started and Uncle Alfred seemed to be in the middle of answering a political question.
“RB is not popular and seems to have skeletons from his past, he is associating with people Levy sacked for example VJ and Chitala and some obscure political parties. He is not charismatic and his only chance is a sympathetic vote for Levy but Levy is slowly going into history.
HH is young and vibrant but hasn’t got the mass support that his predecessor Mazoka commanded. He will get the “young” and intellectual vote but I doubt if the rural vote cares for intellect.
SATA – is an effective mobiliser and speaks boldly and undiplomatic at times for the common man and is rightly or wrongly seen as a man of action. He is quite old and has had a heart problem recently so some may not wish for another state funeral too soon.He has not campaigned in the rural areas where he lost in 2006 and this could also be his undoing.
On the balance of probabilities, unfortunately Sata may be the winning horse.” Uncle Alfred concluded.
“What else shall we discuss this morning?” uncle Alfred asked the 50 businessmen gathered in the conference room of the hotel. Kamwandis heart was beating fast; this was his only chance to voice what had been heavy on his heart.
He cleared his throat and said “I have a subject I would like to hear discussed yet hesitate to say lest it seems ridiculous to you my fellow businessmen.”
“Mwaiche landa fye,” Big Jo shouted from the back of the room.
“Well this week I have been lucky. Among other things I found an envelope with K500 000. To continue to be lucky is my greatest desire. I suggest we debate how to attract good luck that we may discover ways it can be enticed to one.”
“Gentlemen an interesting topic has been offered,” Uncle Alfred commented, “one most worthy of our discussion. To some men, good luck is a chance happening, that like an accident may come upon one without purpose or reason. Others believe that the instigator of all good fortune is the gods, who are ever anxious to reward with generous gifts those who please them. Speak up, gentlemen, what do you say, should we seek to find if there is a way by which good luck may be enticed to visit each and every one of us? Does luck exist? What do you think?