Harry Mwaanga Nkumbula and the struggle for Zambia’s Independence


Harry Mwaanga Nkumbula is a man whose name many Zambians will recognise, but as much as I recognise his name, I mainly remember him being briefly mentioned as a freedom fighter, sometime in Primary school. His name, was attached to a small paragraph in a social studies class and he now seems like the classic example of how “history favours the one who writes it”. Despite the United National Independence Party (UNIP) treating the ANC like something of no significance except tribal allegiance, and despite their attempts at discredit Harry Mwaanga Nkumbula, the truth was not totally quenched. It is important to note that Mr Nkumbula was by no means a flawless man, something he himself is said to have admitted, yet I believe, that it is despite these flaws that he should be celebrated; after all, we are all on a journey, with flaws that we wouldn’t admit to.

Mr Nkumbula was born in 1916, (sometime at the beginning of the year, most likely in March, but no exact birth date exists on record),  to parents in a village called Maala in the Namwala district, who were members of the Ila, a tribe that is part of the Bantu Botatwe (three peoples), the other two tribes being the Tonga and Lenje. These three are said to have been the first of Zambia’s seventy-three tribes.

Mr Nkumbula was a student of the Methodist mission and this upbringing may have had a significant effect on his views on racial relations and the equality of all men. The Methodist missionaries are said to have viewed the Ila people, as well as other Indigenous Africans as human; with one Reverend Edwin Smith writing about how he endeavoured to see things through their eyes and referred to them as his people. It is interesting to note that Rev. Smith had great influence on Mr Nkumbula’s first teacher, Rev John W. Price who believed that it was never okay to assume a white man was right all the time, missionary or not . This man also opposed, Northern Rhodesia’s (now Zambia) informal colour bar and put people’s abilities and character above their race.

Mr Nkumbula was under Rev. Price untill he completed Standard II in which time he worked for Dr HS Gerrad. He went to the Kafue Missionary Mission, which was probably the most advanced missionary education institution to be enjoyed by the natives of Northern Rhodesia (NR) and it was there that he was to become one of the first Natives of NR to pass his standard IV exams in 1934, after which he taught at Kasenga mission in his home town for a year, and like Smith collected information about the norms and practices of the Ila–studies that together with his Methodist background, would later influence his ideals in politics. He was transferred to Kafue, where he taught till 1937 before being transferred to Kanchindu in the Gwembe Valley. Things did not go as well for him there as he suffered health problems and differed with his overseers, the clash most likely starting when he requested a salary increase. Mr Nkumbula showed a great awareness of his rights, but he ended up being dismissed for indiscreet conduct.

The dismissal did not last however, and Mr Nkumbula was sent to Mufulira on a probationary appointment in 1940; this would prove to be the beginning of his involvement in politics. throughout the 1940s, Mr Nkumbula lobbied against “settler nationalism” and the Central African Federation, on the basis that he believed it would prove catastrophic for the indigenous people of Zambia as Southern Rhodesia had a native policy that sought dominion over the natives. He was the founding secretary of the African Teacher’s Association of the Copperbelt which was aimed at increasing the level of cooperation between the African Teachers, Missionaries and the department of African education; they also sought to foster unity among the teachers and look into the problems that came with being African and work with any organisation that was interested in creating better lives for Africans. As early as the 1940s, Mr Nkumbula recognised the need for educating young girls and understood that their education would improve outcomes for all Zambians as they had great influence in the formative years of children.

In 1943, Mr Nkumbula moved to Kitwe where he became Secretary of the Kitwe African Society, representing them on the first Copperbelt Regional Council, which later became the African Provincial Council. At this time, he was making the authorities anxious due to his more active role, alongside Dauti Yamba, in challenging the unofficial colour bar, speaking against federation and defending the right to form trade unions. In 1944, the District Commissioner of Kitwe expressed his misgivings about Mr Nkumbula in a confidential report, suggesting ways of stopping him from spreading his views among the teachers and pupils, but concluding his suggestions to make him a government employee in order to control him would probably make Mr Nkumbula harder to deal with. Mr Nkumbula resigned and went to study in Uganda that same year and at the time was convinced the greatest hurdle for the African was the lack of leadership and unity.

In 1946, the Foundation of African Societies in Northern Rhodesia was formed in Mr Nkumbula’s absence. While in Uganda, he experienced life without the colour bar, with people interacting across cultures and races, before going to London where he was drawn into political activities even further, and developed a socialist view of politics, to the dismay of the Northern Rhodesian authorities, who became very anxious when in 1949, he wrote a letter to a Southern Rhodesian newspaper called the African weekly, opposing federation. When he failed his exams, unlike other students who were given a second chance at the exams, his scholarship was withdrawn and he had to go back to Northern Rhodesia.

While the authorities probably thought that Mr Nkumbula being sent home would reign him in, he became even more involved in politics. He rose to prominence between 1951 and ’53 after being elected to the Northern Rhodesian African Congress, and aligned himself with the people of the Southern Province, who funded most of the ANCs projects, more out of need of funding than tribal affiliations. In opposing the federation, they launched the lands rights case, which they lost, and while it seems like a defeat, may show a man who made calculated moves and understood the rights provided under the law.

He was the first ever politician to bring the chiefs together to fight federation and is hailed for bringing order and organisation as well as better methods of record keeping to the ANC, as well as made membership easier to acquire, leading to an increased membership from the hundreds to probably the thousands in 1952,  It was during this time that the ANC brought in provincial organising secretaries, the first President of Zambia, Kenneth Kaunda being one of them, stationed in Northern province. All the provincial Secretaries were picked by Mr Nkumbula based on the qualities they possesed and how commited they were to the fight for independence. Ba Kaunda was elected to the executive of the ANC in 1953, and together with Mr Nkumbula, spent two months in prison for the possession of banned printed material, relating to the freedom struggle. Despite once referring to Mr Nkumbula as a National builder and liberator, their friendship soon became strained and eventually, Ba Kaunda and others left the ANC to form the Zambia African National Congress (ZANC).

There are claims made by Ba Kaunda and Sikalumbi that after the stay in prison, Nkumbula became less committed to the cause, however, the ANC leader’s speech upon release and events at the time paint a different picture. Mr Nkumbula left Ba Kaunda in London on a mission to meet up with the Colonial secretary, Ba Kaunda stating that Mr Nkumbula gave no explanation and was in a bad mood, and that his move, left Ba Kaunda unable to speak to Boyd who would only speak to the ANC president. Upon his return, he would not discuss matters with Mr Kapwepwe, who he had left in charge. Later Ba Kaunda would claim that their leader, while on a solo trip to meet Mr Boyd again, preferred to rest in his hotel room rather than meet the Colonial Secretary and instead sent the memorandum intended for the Colonial Secretary via post.

After the stay in prison with Ba Kaunda, Mr Nkumbula stated that they would not give up and were more determined to fight for freedom and encouraged others to keep fighting. Hardly a speech by a Lion that had lost its teeth. It seems more likely that he was willing to pursue diplomacy as a means to independence, something that did not suit the  members of the ZANC, a more militant party than the ANC. Also, considering that his party insisted he go to London, then in his absence allowed a violent protest to take place, his mood when he left Kaunda in the UK and his refusal to confer with Mr Kapwepwe are given a different perspective, especially when you consider that the ANC believed in non-violence. As for no meeting Boyd on his second trip, it could possibly have been a protest. It seems more likely that it was tribalism and destabilising forces within the ANC that led to the split and not Mr Nkumbula’s shortcomings. ZANC later became UNIP, and though Mr Nkumbula was never actively tribal, he never discouraged other members of ANC from using tribalism to discredit UNIP, to a point that they even took on an anti-Nyasaland stance.

Due to the financial problems that plagued the ANC after the ZANC split, Mr Nkumbula turned to Tshombe over the Congolese border for help; an alliance that he broke when, after convincing the United Federation Party (UFP) to endorse his candidates in the 1962 elections, was left in a position to choose between the UFP and UNIP as to whom to form government with. He chose UNIP; leaving the ANC in financial difficulty again as UNIP was anti-Tshombe, and adding the UFP to his list of enemies. What his choice meant however, is that the Central African republic that he had fought so greatly against became history. The UFP worked with Michelo, an ANC member to create the People’s Democratic Congress (PDC). This haemorrhage of members did not help the ANC and added to their administrative and financial problems. Michelo rejoined the ANC but still worked as a destabilising force and after the loss of the 1964 elections that saw Zambia gain independence from British rule, there were more people, including Michelo who left to either join UNIP or form the United Front (UF).

It is clear that Mr Nkumbula was had an extraordinary influence on the fight for independence, rising up and seeking to instil a sense of worth in his fellow Africans. He fought while still respecting the rights of all men and without considering himself above other races. The fight for Independence had ended, the fight for Zambia’s future had started.


References

Hitchcock, B. (1974). Bwana – go home (1st ed.). London: Hale.

Macola, G. (2010). Liberal nationalism in Central Africa (1st ed.). New York: Palgrave Macmillan.

Mwangilwa, G. (n.d.). Harry Mwaanga Nkumbula (1st ed.).

 

 

Can paedophiles change?


I was reading about the case of the baby who was allegedly abandoned in Thailand by his biological parents, who took his twin sister and brought her back to Perth. I subsequently watched part of an interview broadcast on 60 minutes. If anyone is unaware of the story, quick google search will deliver the story to you. Recently, it has been revealed that the biological father of these children has been convicted of 22 sex offences against children. In the interview, the father claims he no longer has sexual urges towards children and the woman interviewing him makes a statement to the effect that she has interviewed  many paedophiles and they have stated that they will always be paedophiles.

I understand that children should be protected and that we should be concerned with the safety of children, what I am trying to figure out is; is it right to make statements like “once a paedophile, always a paedophile”? If some paedophiles have stated that they will always be that way, does that make the statement true? We are constantly told we have  the power to choose our destiny, so why are we championing the view that people are victims of their biology? Where is the power of choice? In saying to people, this is how you are and you will forever be this way, aren’t we defeating them in the process? Can’t they choose to be different? Can’t they choose who they will be?

Are we making our society safer by making such statements or are we in fact making it harder for people to decide to change and be better? Are we saying, “you are broken and cannot be fixed” and throwing people in the “discard” pile. Doesn’t it seem weird that on one hand we say to paedophiles that they have no choice in the matter, they are who they are, and yet on the other we a so filled with anger when they offend. I think we are so angry because deep down we know that they have a choice and that they are responsible for those choices and it doesn’t come down to mere biological defect.

I personally believe human hearts  and minds can change. They can be renewed and made whole, and while I don’t think I would leave my child in a room with someone who has been convicted of sex offenses, I don’t believe anyone is beyond redemption. There is always hope and every human being should be looked at as an individual, not based on what others have decided about themselves.

The beauty of God’s presence


I feel like heaven’s face is shining on me today. Not just today but every day. I had forgotten what it felt like to read the word, worship and pray. I’ve longed to feel like I did when I got saved, to have my craving for sin vanquished and forgotten. I have many cravings, some sinful, others possibly wholesome. But this past week, I have seen God shift my priorities ever so slightly and yet that small shift has left me feeling like a new person … and all it took was Him showing me, despite my mess and cravings, that I needed to worship Him. In those moments when He is our focus and we strive to have Him be all we think of, He clouds everything we think matters and even the things we seek refuge from. In those moments there is peace and freedom. There is nothing more beautiful than God and the greatest blessing is to be His and experience His great love and presence.

Postponment of the leaders celebration


I have fallen far behind on my leaders program. This is because my laptop has been down for a while and the home PC died. If anyone was looking forward to the articles I am sorry and will try and get them up as soon as possible

Angus Buchan


Finding information about this man proved harder than I thought. I was so sure he would be one of the easiest but I was wrong, and thats where procrastination bites. You leave things late and then a deadline is approching and you can’t find the information you need. Quiet interestingly, I did find some controversy over Mr Buchan’s preaching style and his beliefs and thought that I would mention that. However, I still think he is an outstanding man and share some of his convictions. Some of the arguements leveled against him are by non-Christians or people who don’t subscribe to the ‘men are the heads’ view, which in my opinion is a compliment.

Angus Buchan is described as a Zambian farmer of Scottish decent…yay to the Scottish! My great great grandfather was Scottish and I’m Zambian so I guess I have ended up with more Zambians on the list.  Angus was born in Bulawayo in 1947 to Scottish parents, only moving to Zambia, which was then Northern Rhodesia when he was 6 years old, where he stayed with his family until he completed year 10 of highschool and then went to Scotland where he completed agricultural training.

Before returning to Zambia he travelled through Australia where he worked on farms and did “blocky” stuff like ride horses. It was after his return to Zambia, while working as a farm manager that he met and married Jill. Not long after that, they bought their own farm land that they later sold in 1974 due to the change in political climate in Zambia. They moved to Swaziland, living there for 7 months before heading to the land of the Zulu’s, KwaZulu Natal where they bought a bushveld and had to start from scratch; no electricity or running water, they had nothing!

It was in 1979 that Angus and his family gave their lives to God and ten years later that God, through his word, placed ministry on his life.

Here is a man, according to wedding magazine who wakes up each day excited about the day ahead because he can’t wait to see what God will do in his life that day.  Even when he speaks, his passion is evident and as a Christian he encourages me to speak with boldness. He believes he is called to reconcile men with the Father, and also reconcile fathers and sons as well as preach the gospel.  Regardless of what you think of Angus, he is a fearless man and of action and not only has he raised his own children well, he now runs an orphanage where the fatherless are cared for.

His views on marriage cause some controversy but I don’t understand what the fuss is about when he asks women not to chastise their husbands in front of their children or in public; doesn’t it only make sense that parents sort out their issues privately and away from the children? Does every person on the street need to know about it. Or when he asks men to pay for dates, or open doors for the ladies…them doing those things doesn’t make me a weakling and I don’t have to prove a point and maybe I’m just sick and tired of hearing men swearing at women and calling them bitches that a voice calling for men to be gentlemen just appeals to me.

This man has proven himself worthy of some respect, not only because of his beliefs and I’m sure some would say, despite them; He has worked hard all his life, building his farm from nothing and overcoming obstucles and living his life for the good of others. I love that he wants men to rise up and lead, statistics are quite clear on the effects absent fathers have on the lives of children.

And now I end with part of what he said in his interview for wedding anthem magazine when asked about what he learnt after suffering two heart attacks, and hope it will touch people as much as it touched me. I’m an offence magnet and I know that it limits me so this was a good reminder. “What I learnt from God through that devastating experience is that life is but a vapour…we must not waste time, holding offences, having unforgiveness in our lives. We must press on and live life to the full.”

 

African leaders update


I have compiled the names of the leaders that people picked and picked ten to celebrate. As this is meant to be a celebration, I will focus on the good of the leaders I’ve picked and not the bad. The names that have made the cut are:

1.Angus Buchan because when I saw the name, I felt moved to write about him. He is truely a man full of faith in God and His ability to change Africa.

2. Harry Mwanga Nkumbula, I remember learning about him in school but dont remember anything about him. Time to go back and see what this man did for me to enjoy what I do now.

3. Kenneth Kaunda, a controversial figure, seen as a dictator by some, visionary by others. I think he could have been both but will focus on the later. Fact is, its hard to think of Zambia without thinking of the man.

4. Samora Machel, a late president of Mozambique, I know little about him and I’m looking forward to the history lesson. Part of what drew me to him was his wife being Mandela’s widow.

5. Mohammed OA Aziz: I was going to research him before deciding if he made the cut but decided to just do it. Don’t know why but maybe my friend Elizabeth’s high view of him was what made me decide.

6. Abdelaziz Bouteflika is sort of a controversial man, based on the research I did but lets see what I can come up with.

7. Joyce Banda,I know nothing about, except that she is president of Malawi. We will see what we find.

8. Julia Chikamoneka, I know nothing about her either but we really did need some women gracing this list so will have to get to work…

9. Kofi Annan, we all know about his involvement with the UN, an organisation that I don’t really care for but I think he is a leader deserving of respect.

10. Steve Biko, last but not least! He is a man I admire greatly. He was not as perfect as the movie portrays but perfect enough to inspire and convince me of our ability to transform our continent.

I know people love tata Nelson Mandela but I think that it is also important to celebrate other lives that have contributed to the landscape of Africa. At this rate I dont know what gems I would be able to find that others have not yet found about his life and I guess part of why I have chosen these people is I am looking to learn and show people across the globe that tata Mandela was not the only positive influence on Africa.

There are others like the late Simon Mwansa Kapwepwe that I would love to write about but didnt want to let my bias toward Zambia get the better of me. I wish there had been more women on the list but also believe that young girls can still look at inspirational men and say “I can change something or someone’s life!

my brother got married!


My elder brother got married this weekend. It was a tiring weekend and I have found myself nursing a massive headache since yesterday, to the extent that I ended up having to stay home from work; and no, I’m not nursing a hangover. The closest to alcohol I came was accidentally spilling beer on myself while passing it to a friend and a sip of champagne during the toast. Anyway, the headache was well worth the day. My brother is married! To a beautiful woman I am happy to call my sis 🙂

This relationship is just inspirational. The coming together of two people who have overcome obstacles and have kept their focus on God and helped others see His goodness, not being swayed here and there but standing firm on what they believe.

They have carried themselves in an honorable manner, not taking shortcuts and I for one feel challenged to live my life better and focus on the one who matters most. The rest God will provide in his own time. 

The other thing I have learnt is to sometimes let things slide. This whole time I have been caught losing my cool, but on Saturday, none of it mattered. None of it matters today. My brother is the same God fearing, fun loving man he was and his wife, the same peace loving, joy filled, laid back woman.

I have to admit that I found myself feeling scared of the change but now it feels okay; change is a good thing…sometimes and this is one of those times; holding on to the past would make for a very miserble sister.

Weddings are stressful but on the day, it’s a celebration of the two people who love each other enough to spend the rest of their lives together. The coming together of two families, whose job now is to support and help build something beautiful and not to tear down. We have seen many who have missed out on being supporting beams and have rather chosen to be what destroys marriages and pray that God gives me enough wisdom to choose to support. I  pray that the couple will see many happy years and that God will give us all the grace to bless them and not tear down. I can’t wait to see the great things that are yet to unfold in this new union, to the glory of God!


Yesterday, my great-grandmother was put to rest. This is a tribute to her, maybe in a sense my way of saying bye to a woman who gave her life to the cause of the family. Ba Mayo lived life simply and was a strong woman who was quick to embrace her sisters children as her own(they were) aways rushing where she was needed. She embraced her grandchildren and great-grandchildren as well as her great great grandchild – my Natasha with so much love it was as if she were saturated in it. All her children, except one, who was deaf, were educated, in a time when some did not see the need to educate daughters. She ensured her sons could clean and cook and take care of themselves too.

She was wise beyond words, teaching us to stay united and Always take care of each other. She was a very active woman and very hardworking, rarely ever sitting around doing nothing.  Her and my great-grandfather had a farm with fruit growing that they planted themselves and I remember her coming home and always bringing goodies for us, ifishikulu.

Whenever you visited her, you never left empty handed,regardless of how little or how much she had and, she always made sure you ate. She had no time for nonsense but laughed easily and no matter how busy life got, she always made time for family.

I’ve heard that the people in my family have always lived long and maybe its due to the food they ate and the level of activity in their lives. 12 years ago my great-grandmother could still farm and could still walk 4 kms in under an hour amoung other things.

Ba Mayo always taught us our norms without ever using the words “this is our culture” or “these are our norms”. She taught by just being. You also never wondered what she was thinking, she was always frank and to the point.

Yes, we have lost a treasure but she is at rest and we still have the 4 members of her generation to enjoy life with. I pray for the unity she fought so hard to instil to grow. That is my greatest hope, till God calls us too.


I havent posted in a while and feel like I am wasting valuable space here on wordpress. Im back though after a long time of being unable to write poems or stories or any real thoughts. Ive been feeling like a dry well. I have a theme I want to try. I ask that anyone who reads this will give me a name of an African leader they admire and I will write articles on ten oof those nominated over ten weeks from the 12th of April. I understand that history favors the one who writes it and will try to give a balanced view of whoever these people might be. I plan on doing this again so if there are too many names, I will simply use them later on. If however, there arent enough names, I will let it ran it’s course. In the unfortunate event that no names are submitted,I will just ran with it. I am giving a two week limit on the nominations and hope people will join the journey that I hope will be a celebration of Africa’s leaders. So just post your names in the comments section or go to the blessings on a hill facebook page and post there. You have until the 14th of March which is just a little over two weeks

Celebration of tears: a poem


We were running among the trees before they first came
Swimming in the water before their first fleet,
Dancing in red soils with heat beating down on our backs before they first came

Tied a noose around our necks, they did
Stole from us, poisoned, they did
Then they decided we were not human

We were hunting game among the bushlands before they came
Swimming, on foot, the wind at out feet
Dancing on the waves, drums beating like heart rhythms, thought us insane

Killed us for greed, they did
Took our children from us, they did
Fed us hate, preaching a God of love

Now we hold on to yesterday’s pain, we are lame
Broken by the ills of another man’s heart
The wounds fester, we are crippled, unable to succeed in their world

Raped our women, they did
Took even burial grounds, they did
Broke our backs and hearts, they did

Now they expect that I rejoice
On the day of their fleets landing, unaware
Of the strings of bitterness, they just don’t care, why should I?

Finally admitted us human, they did
Admitting their wrongs, they did
Said sorry and tried to make amends, they have

But is it really amends if they refuse to acknowledge our lands
Still celebrate that which breaks our hearts?
Can unity exist where wounds still exist, razors cutting?

Maybe in me choosing to forgive, healing can start
For me, my children, the next generation,
Telling them the stories of our past like old.

Teach them forgiveness, I will
Teach them to never be oppressors, I have
Taught them the power of hope.