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26/01/2026

Chapter one continues
Small Hands, Heavy Days

Eli shook his head gently, the way he did every time. “Later,” he said. He always said later.
After helping her drink, after settling Noah with a cracked wooden toy, Eli stepped outside. The sun was climbing now, bright and unforgiving. He hesitated at the doorway, guilt tugging at him for even a moment away.
But there was no food left.
Some days, Eli found small work—carrying water, sweeping yards, running errands for neighbors. Other days, there was nothing. On those days, he swallowed his pride and asked.
He hated the asking.
Standing near the roadside, eyes lowered, voice quiet. Asking for a little maize. A handful of rice. Anything soft enough for his mother, enough to keep a toddler fed. Some people turned away. Some sighed. A few pressed food into his hands without meeting his eyes.
Eli thanked them all the same.
By the time he returned home, sweat streaked his face and dust clung to his legs. Noah ran to him, laughing, arms open wide. His mother watched from the mat, love and worry tangled in her gaze.
Eli dropped to his knees between them, setting the food down like treasure.
The house was still standing.
They were still together.

26/01/2026

Chapter One
Small Hands, Heavy Days
Eli was twelve years old, but childhood had loosened its grip on him a long time ago.
In the early mornings, before the heat rose from the red earth and before the village fully woke, Eli was already on his feet. The rooster’s cry usually found him awake, sitting on the edge of the thin mattress, listening to his mother’s breathing from across the room. Some days it was steady. Other days it sounded like work.
Those were the days he moved faster.
Their home was small—mud walls smoothed by hand, a tin roof that rattled when the wind passed through. Everything they owned fit inside it, and everything they loved fit inside it too. There was no father anymore, no older relatives close enough to help. Just Eli, his mother, and his little brother.
School used to start at this hour.
Eli used to walk with other children, a book tucked under his arm, dust clinging to his sandals. But that was before his mother became sick—before standing became difficult, before cooking and washing and even lifting a child became too much for her body.
Now, Eli stayed home.
He knelt by the small charcoal stove, blowing gently until the coals glowed. He boiled water and crushed ginger with the back of a spoon, careful not to waste any. His mother could barely keep food down most days, but warm tea helped her breathe easier.
In the corner, Noah stirred.
Noah was two years and eight months old, all soft curls and unsteady feet. He woke calling for Eli more often than not, small hands reaching for the only constant he knew.
“I’m here,” Eli whispered, lifting him. “I’m here.”
Noah pressed his face into Eli’s shoulder, already trusting the day to be handled for him.
Their mother lay on a mat near the wall, her body thinner than it should have been, her eyes too large in her face. She smiled when she saw them, though it cost her something.
“You should be in school,” she murmured, like she always did.
Eli shook his head gently, the way he did every time. “Later,”

12/10/2025

🚨 BREAKING NEWS 🚨No passenger should die like this. A Delta bus going to Zimbabwe, carrying Zimbabweans from Johannesburg, was hijacked in South Africa yesterday. Passengers were robbed, and two people were shot dead during the attack including a mother leaving behind her child. The child still thinks mama is alive not knowing she is long gone. This so sad 😢

24/08/2025

Baby Peggy, abandoned by her s*x worker mother, has been residing in drainages.

With no secure shelter, Peggy has been forced to inhabit roadside pits and drainages. Her tiny feet bear scars from rat bites, and her days are spent scavenging for leftovers to survive.

A stranger discovered her in one of the pits, hungry and forgotten. Peggy's story is heart-breaking.

01/08/2025

Tears of joy after meeting his father who has been in prison for seven years. Dad left the boy when he was 3 years old. His mother died while giving birth so he has never seen his biological mother and since he was a little boy, he couldn’t remember about the father but we are so glad that they have finally met after 7 years.

17/07/2025

Morning everyone

28/10/2024

ALICE'S SILENT TEARS

In a small, dusty village called Namutondo, in Chief Libumbu’s land of Mongu, there lives a young girl named Alice Siteba. At just eleven, Alice had already known happiness and security, living a peaceful life with her parents, who, though not rich, were well-to-do and made sure she was comfortable. Her father and mother provided for her and ensured she had what she needed, even if everything they owned was a bit old. She found joy in her little life, surrounded by love and simplicity.

But that peace shattered one evening, as her parents had a fight—a storm of words that Alice, in her young heart, couldn’t fully understand. She hid in her room as the angry voices filled their small home, pressing her hands over her ears to block out the hurtful words. But there was one sentence she couldn't escape: her mother, in a moment of anger, told her father that Alice wasn’t his child.

That one sentence set off a terrible chain of events. Hurt and furious, Alice’s father filed for divorce. The man who had always been her rock was suddenly slipping away from her life, and there was nothing Alice could do to stop it.

Just as Alice was grappling with the pain of her family tearing apart, tragedy struck again. Her father was traveling to Solwezi when a terrible accident occurred along the Solwezi-Chingola road. Fourteen people lost their lives that evening, and her father was one of them. Alice didn’t know how to process the news. The very man who had carried her on his shoulders, who had given her piggyback rides around their small yard, was suddenly gone forever. She clung to memories, but they were like sand slipping through her fingers.

As if this wasn’t enough, a year later, Alice lost her mother too. Her mother’s heart had seemed to break into pieces after the loss of her husband, guilt and sadness swallowing her whole until she became just a ghost of the woman Alice once knew. Her passing left Alice an orphan, too young to face the world alone, ye

24/10/2024

It is not advisable to use both feet when driving an automatic transmission vehicle.

There is no specific legislation in Zambia prohibiting the use of the left foot on the brake, but most training organizations discourage this practice for several reasons. Although professional race drivers often use their left foot to brake during competitions, using both feet is not recommended for day-to-day driving.

Learner drivers taught to drive with both feet find it challenging to adapt to using the clutch with their left foot when driving a manual vehicle. Changing and re-learning a different technique adds an extra layer of difficulty.

The recommended approach is to use one foot for one task at a time:

👟 When accelerating, use your right foot on the accelerator pedal.
👟When braking, use your right foot on the brake pedal.

Place your left foot on the footrest provided in the driver's footwell.

In manual vehicles, the left foot operates the clutch pedal when changing gears. Learner drivers are also taught to respond to potential hazards by:

a) Removing their right foot from the accelerator pedal (reducing speed).
b) Covering the brake pedal to reduce reaction time.

When a driver covers the brake with their right foot and a hazard requires hard braking, they can quickly depress the brake pedal while bracing themselves with their left foot securely on the footrest.

Using both feet on different controls can lead to unintended consequences:

👟👟 Simultaneously pressing the accelerator and brake pedals can cause the vehicle to accelerate and brake, leading to longer stopping distances.
- Some computerized vehicles may enter 'limp' mode due to simultaneous pedal use.

Modern vehicles with drive-by-wire technology can detect simultaneous pedal pressing and prioritize braking, idling the engine. Once the brake is released, the car will accelerate if the throttle is pressed again after a brief delay.

Do you use your left foot to brake? Hopefully, we've provided sufficie

05/05/2024

Imwe, ati So you don’t feel guilty calling 3 People “Babe”
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05/05/2024

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05/05/2024

Seriously some men miss a good wife just because she is a single mother.😞

29/04/2024

She wakes up by 4am, while You are sleeping, she will move straight to the kitchen. She would join morning devotion by 5:30am, start preparing kids by 6:00am, serve everybody food by 7am, take the kids to school and move to her office by 7:30am, go for school runs by 2pm. She would come back to the house by 5-6pm, start washing of clothes and cooking dinner by 6pm. Serve dinner by 7:30pm, start home work for kids by 8-9pm, Shower and meet you the husband in the room by 9:30pm, discuss with you and catch fun so that you will be in the mood. And you the husband with your big head will sleep like a king, She will get up to check on the children if they are sleeping well, off the light, Start praying for you and the family by 12am -1am.. Sleep a little and wake up again by 4am to start all over again.

It's you who bleed blood every month with severe pains and crams. Even in those pains, you still have to put things together for a normal day. The cooking, washing, etc. It's you who carry another human inside you for 9months. The inconvenience, the discomfort, the sacrifice, and carefulness. You sacrifice what makes you happy just to keep another life healthy. When it's time to deliver, your life is on the line. It's a 50/50 chance for you. You may live and you may die. But being the life-giver you are, you will choose the life of a new stranger over yours. Even the process is not favorable to you. Either the pains of childbirth or surgery. After it all, you still carry yourself up and continue life activities with bandage and pains. But what is miraculous about this all is the smile you put on your face while facing all this.
May God bless every WOMAN out there.

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