I lived in Kitwe from 1967 to 1972 with my husband and two daughters. My third daughter was born there in 1971. We lived on Geddes Street. Got quite nostalgic reading all the names. There were some streets in alphabetical order called after Irish towns and cities. We loved it while we were there and…
Memory Lane
Down Memory Lane – Kingston Bookshop, Kitwe
by Richard Katebe •
What is where Kingston Bookshop was? Kitwe changes. If you have been gone from Kitwe for over 17 years now, you will find some places have changed their names. Other places have not just changed names and ownership, but also their structural outlook. Do you remember Kingston? Kingston was one of largest distributor of Books…
Times of the Steam Locomotive Trains in Zambia
by Richard Katebe •
Fond memories of my childhood days A visit to nearly all major Zambia railway stations reveals some import piece of the history of our railway industry in Zambia. Railways management has stationed an old steam locomotive engine at nearly every major station, as a preservation of that important part of our railway history. One…
Early Memories, September 1966
by David Talbot •
We were lucky after our arrival to be put up by friends, Jean and Clive Weir in their lovely home in Valley Walk just below the Parklands shops. Clive worked for the Copperfields Cold Storage At that time there was no government housing vacant and we faced a few weeks on the waiting list before…
Memory Lane: Mpelembe School Bus To Auntie Becky’s
by Richard •
One of my earliest memories of Kitwe is as a five year old on the morning journey to nursery school.
Memories Of Reporting In 1960s Africa
by Ben L. Kaufman •
Ben L. Kaufman lived in Kitwe between 1963-1965 and worked for the Zambia News and Zambia Times. He now blogs on CityBeat from Cincinnati.
1967 – LEARNING TO RIDE
by David Talbot •
After about six months in Kitwe I had settled into teaching at Chamboli and made some very good friends.
My Zambian Memories
by David Talbot •
Senior Teacher, Chamboli Secondary School: September 1966 – November 1972 As the plane gradually lost height on its final approach to Ndola airport I could see the African bush beneath the plane’s wings, stretching away into the distance. As far as I could see there was nothing except a few trees and red earth together…
My Kitwe
by Dr John Sendama •
Growing up in Kitwe, I was able to make friends with children whose parents originated from all corners of the country, and beyond.