AquilaSpeaks: What are your full names and how old are you?

Mubanga: Before we start, I believe this is worth mentioning. I have a twin brother, who is also an amazing football player and everywhere I’ve been for football he’s been there too. Like everywhere! His name is Mwiza Bellington Vwalika. Any way my names are Mubanga Anthony Vwalika, I am 20 years old.

AquilaSpeaks: Where are you currently based?

Mubanga: Shanghai, China.

AquilaSpeaks: What club do you play for?

Mubanga: China Origin

AquilaSpeaks: What sparked the interest in football?

Mubanga: My parents took us for so many activities, we had way too much energy when we were young. But it was a special moment the first time we stepped on a football pitch.

AquilaSpeaks: What challenges do you face as an international footballer or just as a footballer in general?

Mubanga: Time management, staying healthy and discipline.

AquilaSpeaks:Which Zambian football legend or footballer do you look up to?

Mubanga: It’s always been Kalusha Bwalya, he really pushed the bar for Zambian football. But right now it’s the entire Zambia U20 football team and in particular, Patson Daka. Really good footballer, really nice and hard working and guy. Really amazing what they achieved last year collectively and individually (for Patson).

AquilaSpeaks: What are some of the proudest moments in your career?

Mubanga: Playing football in Europe. I have played in youth tournaments like the prestigious Gothia cup (Gothenburg, Sweden), Dana cup (Hjorring, Denmark) , Paris world games (Paris France), Valencia cup (Valencia Spain), Kommit youth challenge (Barcelona, Spain) to mention a few. The one that takes the cake though is playing for the U-17 national team, and to do that with my twin brother was all the more special.

AquilaSpeaks: What is your dream team to one day play for in future?

Mubanga: It is my dream to play for the Zambia national team and help qualify for our first ever word cup. We deserve to be there. Also to play among the Elite in the big European leagues.

AquilaSpeaks: How would playing for the national team change things for you?

Mubanga: As something I’ve always dreamed about since I was really young, it would firstly bring huge satisfaction not just to me, but the village that it took to make that happen. Secondly, it would be great exposure, only the best get to play for the national team and so it would open doors.

AquilaSpeaks: Ronaldo or Messi?

Mubanga: Messi is a remarkable once in a generation type of player, but Ronaldo all day for me.

AquilaSpeaks: Lastly, what words of advice would you give to young Zambians like you who are pursuing big dreams?

Mubanga: Never ever give up, keep dreaming, keep working hard. Believe that he who started the good work, will surely see it to completion.

AquilaSpeaks: Indeed He who started the good work, will surely see it to completion. Great words from Mubanga really. It is always encouraging to see young People, especially Zambians, that are taking a very special road that will direct to great history creation eventually. You can comment below if you have any encouraging words for Mubanga. I wish him all the best in his career and I hope that he and his brother could in the future help us qualify for the world cup and even win it.

Look out for the next interview next week with someone all the way from Nigeria.

Let us be the change we wish to see, Zambian youths, for we are the future.

If you have any friends doing great and need recognition, feel free to contact me


Thembi: Your favorite Zambian Make Up artist

AquilaSpeaks: Kindly introduce yourself to the people.
Thembi: I Am Abigail Thembiso Moyo aged 25, a pharmacy technologist by profession and a part time makeup artist.
AquilaSpeaks: How did you find yourself on this journey?

Thembi: Being artistic has always been a hobby from childhood, growing up I would express how I felt about a particular situation through drawing, painting and design. As I got older I developed interest in being a stage makeup artist for SFX makeup but due to lack of materials, I decided to focus on beauty makeup.

AquilaSpeaks: How has the journey been so far?

Thembi: Its been quite an interesting and amazing learning Journey being a self-taught makeup artist in Zambia. It has given me an opportunity to work and interact with different people within and out of Zambia.
AquilaSpeaks: Any Notable people you have worked with?

Thembi: I have worked with one of Zambia’s talented Photographers Davies Tony Marko, owner and founder of Tony Media, I have also worked with Zambian female dance hall musician based in Germany, Cassy Nyemba on her recent project ,I have worked with a few Zambian Models Christina, Mulenga Chileshe and Natasha Mapulanga. I’m yet to work with Wayaya Fashions on one of their big fashion shows coming up in March 2018.

AquilaSpeaks: Do you offer makeup Tutorials?

Thembi:Yes I do but it’s been a bit hectic because of my full time Job.

AquilaSpeaks:Small tutorial in a Paragraph?

Thembi:How to do a perfect brow. Clean and shape your brows by either threading, using tweezers or a blade. After shaping brush your eyebrows with a small makeup brush.
Use a brow pencil, gel liner (wax) in colour black or brown to define your eyebrows. If you are using gel liner(wax), you will need a small angle brush to define your brows especially in areas you don’t have enough hair, you can do the same with the pencil. When this is done, use concealer and a concealer brush to clean below and above your brows order to give it a clean finish look.

AquilaSpeaks: How appreciated is this craft in the entertainment industry?

Thembi: The makeup industry in Zambia has actually empowered local Zambian women because it’s a skill that has provided a source of income to Zambian women. Makeup artist are being hired for music videos, TV shows for the presenter’s makeup and fashion shows.

AquilaSpeaks: Which makeup brand would you recommend?

Thembi: I would recommend the following brands for face foundation, Maybelline fit me, wet n wild, loreal, mac, Estée lauder,nars, gosh.
Makeup palates morphe by Jacklyn hill, juvia palates, Nyx, ABH, Colour pop

AquilaSpeaks: Are you dating anyone?

Thembi: NO, currently single

AquilaSpeaks: Any words to female Zambians?

Thembi: Never look down on yourself you can be anything you choose to be the choice is yours. Get educated, always be innovative, be an entrepreneur and help other women get to the top.

There you have it everyone. Great to see a woman doing good. If you want to contact Thembi for anything, you can simply click, here. Thank you for your time, Thembi.

Look out for the next interview dropping next Monday. You never know who is next. 😎



Micaiah Ng’onga ‘Mixxy‘ is a third year Survey major student at the Copperbelt University. He is one of the Zambian upcoming artists on fire. He  has  done  a  couple of  other  songs  that  have  received  airplay on  some radio stations  and  clubs in  Lusaka. He has worked with Royal Prince and Mari fro­m  Cabin records. On  this  new  jam, he  features the king of New Version of Kalindula, Afunika.

Pa easy is a song that reminds us of how speed kills. Mixxy is advising us to take it easy because the consequences of speed is crushing.

The  proverbial being that  ‘life  ain’t  no  crystal stair‘ limits the shocks of  the  results  of  shortcuts taken  to succeed. Many people  take  shortcuts to  improve  their  lives  or  decide  to  create   a  dangerous or risky definition of  pleasure.

These  days  young  girls and boys tend  to  become  regular club partakers  which  is  really cool if  they  think  about  it, but  the  thing  is  they  have  yet  to  go  to  university,  but they  are  exposing  themselves  to wrong  people and  creating  a  wrong  impression as  they  become  alcoholics at  a  tender  age. They  begin  to engage  in  adult  activities and  as  Afunika sings in  the  chorus, Ichalo ichi Chilalya  (The  world eats), a bemba saying symbolic of   death. There is HIV and other consequences through such behavior which again results to death. Mixxy urges young youths to wake up and take  it  easy because everything  has  it’s  own  time.

To terminate suffering or because of  envy of people acquiring possession, people  seek  shortcuts to  get  money  or  get  rich. People  tend   to  take  part  in  illegal activities like  corruption and  theft. Eventually the  crimes  catch up  with you and  you  are  put  behind bars. Before this  happens to  you, Mixxy reminds  you  to  take  it  easy.

There  are  plenty  other  situations or  examples where  we  can’t  take  it  easy  and   so   whenever  we  try  to rush let  us  be  able to  think  of  the  consequences and  eventually refrain from  such an  action.

You  can  have  a  listen/download of  PA  EASY HERE. Please  remember to support MIXXY and share. You  can  also drop your  views of  the  song  in  the  comment box  below.

Edgar Lungu: My Thoughts 

When President Michael Sata died I had a hard time deciding who the better successor was.  I remember how almost everyone in the party was fired up for the position.  Would it be Miles Sampa, could it be Mulenga Sata or Perhaps Chishimba Kambwili? The truth is I didn’t know who was best suited because I believed so much in Sata that I felt he was irreplaceable. I  guess  lots  of  Zambians  felt  the  same  way.
So there was news that Miles Sampa was going to be the successor and well, it actually wasn’t the case.  It finally came to Lungu and well you remember the series of events that followed until the President finally won the elections.
I think there has never been a president who has handled so much pressure than Edgar Lungu.  First of all even after winning, his position was still to be contested in two years to come. Two years is not ample time to prove yourself. I like to think we are still in the Sata era still because Edgar Lungu is simply fulfilling Sata’s vision. 
Secondly, Zambia’s economy in recent years has been affected by the slowdown in the Chinese economy and since the President is the scapegoat in such situations you know it has been rough on Lungu.
Edgar Lungu’s government has faced some criticism from some people. Even musicians have done some disrespectful songssongs dedicated to the President.  Despite this all, the President has been calm and hence has proven to us all he believes in democracy and the freedom of expression.
Being humble, some will argue, will not push the economy forward, but still remains one of the most imperative traits a leader ought to possess.  Edgar Lungu has interacted with so many people in Zambia. The best way to stay informed is to listen to people and people of different backgrounds. He has accommodated everyone from Political and Traditional Leaders to entertainers to regular Zambians.
Edgar Lungu is a strong advocate for peace. In his campaign speeches, he is always saying no to violence. Zambia has come a long way to just adopt violence and hatred against each other now. These elections should not be a reason to be divided as Zambians. We may have different preferences, but we should all be able to accept the results that will be presented after 11th August. Edgar Lungu or any other political leader is NOT worth dying for. 

If Zambians vote Edgar Lungu back into power this year, it will show Zambians are not volatile as always. Again it will redefine politics as those leaders always switching parties in order to sustain their political career may actually have their careers terminated finally. It will be a blow to political fornication and I feel after all these years of selfish politicians, Zambia really needs this.

No matter how open minded Education can push us to be, we can never deny the power of God. A nation that depends on God will prosper. Edgar Lungu is a God fearing leader and the fact that he turns to God for guidance should speak a lot for him. Even as he consults from his economic advisors, he still knows the war can never be won without the Almighty. We have become too modern we forget the power of prayer. As long as Zambia remains a praying nation, things will begin to look up as they already are.
At this point, I am happy with who replaced MCS. Through thin and thick we have to be led until we reach our destination. All the best to the big man as he goes through these elections and God bless mother Zambia. Let peace prevail.​

A Family Hustle: The Second Generation (EPISODE 4)





Mathematically, it could be precise to say that the innocence with which we are born is a decreasing function with time. Experiences we encounter allow us to change in ways diverse. The rapidness with which our innocence disappears may depend greatly on how vulnerable we may get. With GrandMa Mary’s lost battle to cancer, Claire Hamooya had grown to be vulnerable.

She was now under the care of her uncle. He had taken good care of her all this while until after she was 15 when he had started acting weird towards her. She clearly remembered his betrayal of her last year, everyday.She remembered how when she had come back from school had only found her uncle home. Normally he was always at work at 2pm during week days, but that Wednesday was an exception.

He had called her to his bedroom asking her to bring him water, but that was a trick. No sooner had she entered his room than he had shut the door and pounced on her like a lion on an unsuspecting gazelle.

Her cheeks burned with the hot ocean that poured  from her eyes every time her mind fed her with the memory. At her age, she was so unprepared for such a predicament, not that she had to be. She was forced to contemplate suicide, she was looking for a way to escape the evil world.

The hardest thing of it all was she knew the truth would set her free, but how would she open up to a world that would become even more complicated after. Her uncle’s wife would never shut up about how much she thought her husband loved her. How would the woman react if Claire told her about the cold blooded defiler, the full time devil?  She knew her Aunt would never believe her and probably kick her out. Claire was forced to analyse all these things. At her age, girls normally have to worry about less petty issues,but at her age she was forced to be a woman. She remembered her uncle’s threats.

“If you tell anyone, I will kill you” he had told her.

She could tell her father, but her beloved dad was too sick and weak to be handling such  cases and she never thought her brothers would be the best avengers.

She forgot to pray, not that she couldn’t. She had questioned her beliefs. Where was the God her grandmother always told her would always be there? Why had he allowed her to suffer? Was she too cursed that her birth caused her mother’s death?

Her teachers were worried as her grades were poor of late. They had called her guardians for a meeting due to the rising concerns. Her uncle was the first to give a reason as to why it was this way.

“I think she may be missing her grandmother”. the devil had said. “She will be okay, won’t you Claire?” he added with a smile.

The hypocrisy of her Uncle tore her heart apart. She could never get used to his disgusting behavior. She had been thinking about poisoning his food, but her plans were just limited to her thoughts. She knew sooner or later, she had to do something about it, but the question still remained, “how”?

A Family Hustle: The Second Generation (EPISODE 3)



It is often said that God hears the cry and sees the tears of a woman.  Mostly, this is never apparent to a man at the peak of his ‘cheating game’. There however, comes a point when life ceases to be a crystal stair for the man and when he finally tries to connect the dots realizes he cooked his own problems. This is the point Michael Hamooya had reached. He had the slightest idea that two weeks after his daughter’s birthday, he would be standing before a judge slapped with another corruption Charge. He now strongly believed everything would be different now had he only stuck by Claire.

He had now realized there was no more hope for his release. He realized he had been played. A deal gone wrong had landed him in this mess and his former organization was not letting him get away that easily. This case needed not be adjourned, the judge proved him guilty again.

This moment sung with so much sorrow that for once Gary put aside his hatred for his father as his eyes watered. Grandma Mary was in tears too as she held Claire tightly. Peter remembered the days that followed his mother’s passing, he could never get used to losing parents. For a moment, the court room felt much like a grave yard to them all. They felt like they were saying good bye to Michael forever.

                               BACK AT GRANDMA MARY’S HOUSE

Devoid of the appetite to eat, the grandmother and her grand children sat in the living room. They talked about their favorite moments with Mike while Gary was quiet for the most part of it.

“I know you have heard so many stories about your Father from other people, but there is a lot of things you do not know about my son”, Grandma Mary suddenly Said

She told them how Mike was actually her favorite child. She told them how he was the only one who proved responsible in supporting the extended family and how much he loved their mother.

“I don’t think he loved mum, if he really did, he couldn’t be away when she needed him the most”, Gary quickly shot in indignation.

“Gary, your father can never rewrite his wrongs, but you know he has learned enough lessons, you also have learned something from this and it should make you a better man in future, by not making your father’s mistakes” Mary said patiently.

“I think we should pray for dad, Grandma” Peter said after listening to Grandma and Gary for a while.

“Indeed Peter”, she smiled at him.

Grandma Mary always smiled to make her grand children feel better, but deep down she knew she that she was cracking down. She wondered if her grand children would be well taken care of once she died. She worried and she really did about little Claire. They had grown so fond of each other over the years. She had no answers to her worries so she simply put them in prayers.

“Dear Lord, we come to you”, she began to pray.










A Police UNZA teargas
Before I developed the interest of studying abroad, I always wanted to study at the University of Zambia. I guess I really loved the thought of moving to Lusaka and also because my coolest cousin went there. I really had this utopian view of the institution.

So after I completed Grade school, I applied and was accepted to begin my freshman year in 2012, but I did not go as I had to do A. Level. After A. Level, I wasn’t going abroad as planned so I had to go back to the institution I abandoned.
With no enthusiasm, me and my cousin got on a bus to Chelston to begin my registration. To be clear, I was the one devoid of enthusiasm. When we got off, I wasn’t going over the bridge. You see because of my fear of heights, it took me almost three months to cross Great East road on the bridge. It had to take female coaxing to get some inspiration when I finally used the Bridge.Thanks  Beauty, wherever you are. Lol

It wasn’t long before the registration process began to agitate me. Nothing pisses me off more than slow processes, slow people, slow cars, and yes slow internet (which also can dictate my mood) and so when I joined a really long train of a queue with tortoise speed just to do my medicals, I knew I was going to learn patience the hard way.

It was really cool though, seeing senior students ready to help out in the registration. I learnt later that it was only a campaign strategy for students wishing to be members of UNZASU, but I could care less as long as I got the needed assistance right? I realize now that I have never taken that many passport sized photos in my life than I did at UNZA.

A few weeks later,I finally got a room at the Vet Hostels and in a week my Laptop was stolen. I thought orientation was done until this loser stole from me. It was such a horrible morning when I woke up, I was beginning to hate the school. I don’t think I will forget that morning.

Thanks to the academics, the school remained interesting. I never missed lectures. Ironically, we all enjoyed Dr Chigunta’s cockiness and because of some of his comments and statements, development Studies was never a dull moment at all. I will say Dr Lemba’s class was a bit boring, but I soon grasped the theory and realized how eminent the course was. Answering a question in LT1 that only you had the answer to was a special feeling in Dr Lemba’s class. He could always ask what your name was and glady I had my moment too .

Of course, I enjoyed Economics with Mr. Banda. If you are so good at following instructions, you would never have a problem with the man. I forget the name of the Indian woman that lectured me in math, but all I remember is she was too fast, and thankfully as I had done A. level, her speed matched my timing.

At this point, you may be wondering if all I have said has anything to do with a Viva, but forgive me for telling a story you are enjoying so far. 🙂
I planned to be UNZASU president in my third year. One of my plans was to eradicate Vivas and still get results. Now, I know most of you love Vivas and are wondering what kind of leader would not want to go to war, but not everyone is keen on that and I believe in change. I seriously hated riots. Further, I wasn’t on BC so I could literally be fighting for nothing.

I think the first attempt came one day when I was leaving LT1. Simple colonel or so they called him and his team had something scribbled on paper and were trying to entice other students into a protest. I later went to the Library were they also came through. All I heard were drums being beaten shortly followed by a sort of alarm I was hearing for the first time. I realized it meant we vacated the Library as everyone else was leaving. Orientation takes a long time yeah?

Later in the evening, I escorted a friend back to her boarding house and for the first time, I saw students throwing stones in the great east road almost causing what could have been a fatal accident given the average speed cars move by in that road. I was so happy that Viva wasn’t going to happen that day.
One evening, must have been a friday i think, we had an extra or make up class for ECN 1225. Mr Banda began to speak on the phone and then told us Ruins had just been peppered with tear gas. He quickly left the class as we all followed suit to wherever we thought was safe.

I quickly rushed back to my room. The hostels were safe for most of the hours, but the Viva was getting intense as our view of new res presented us a burning female hostel. Apparently, the fire had been caused by a canister that was shot by the cops and the fire was slowly spreading. I don’t know if that hostel has now been fully rehabilitated as i left people working on it.

The viva kept degenerating as  now I could see the blue land cruiser with a light on top. I was left in my room with my room mate’s girl friend. After a few hours of the cops not reaching the vet hostels, they finally showed up and two rooms away i could hear the cops fighting their way into a room that some students had run into. I quickly switched off the light, told my friend’s girl to get under his bed and I got under mine. No sooner had we done this, than I debuted in the world of tear gas. I was rubbing my face with my wet towel, ferociously. A bucket of water was my well. I have never been so nervous in my life. I was so scared i could be another innocent statistic. I had heard of stories of how brutal the police would be with anyone who seemed to be a student during these critical times.Thankfully, the heavy boots and Nyanja could not be heard outside any more. The cops were gone. I had survived a viva moment.

I really do miss the campus but for the vivas, I hope it can be reopened soon enough for all the students to progress in time. I would really love to see education run as smooth as possible in Zambian universities, it is not every decade that we need riots.

Thanks for reading and leave a comment to share your own Viva moment if you went to UNZA, CBU or any other rioting university.
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