Is This Zambian Winter?
When I was growing up in Lusaka, winter had a rhythm. You’d pull out the thick blanket your mum bought in Kamwala, warm yourself with a steaming cup of chai or munkoyo, and the air would carry that unmistakable dry chill. It was predictable. You knew how to dress, what to eat, how to prepare. […]
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When I was growing up in Lusaka, winter had a rhythm. You’d pull out the thick blanket your mum bought in Kamwala, warm yourself with a steaming cup of chai or munkoyo, and the air would carry that unmistakable dry chill. It was predictable. You knew how to dress, what to eat, how to prepare. […]
