March 10th, 2019. A pretty normal Sunday. A work day for most of the UN Environment colleagues because this weekend marked the pre-meetings for the Fourth UN...

Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out – Anonymous. A few years ago, I sat in a meeting where a colleague lost his temper. It wasn’t a pretty s...

In my late 20s I participated in a conference where an amazing line up of speakers gave their presentations about their environmental work. I was particularl...

Growing up in rural Zambia, my memory of a SheVillage comes from being raised by two grandmothers – maternal and paternal. Their sense of community rubbed of...

When I left home, Zambia, in my mid-20s to move to Switzerland, I had no clue what relocation meant for your mind, body and spirit. I arrived in a new countr...

The picture that you see here is a picture of the over 300 year old traditional ceremony that takes place in part of my birth country, in Western Zambia call...

This Blue Dot right here viewed from the moon fifty years ago - is HOME. The Earthrise picture was spectacular. In fact, the astronauts on the Apollo coined ...

Growing up as a teenager in my home town of Mansa, Zambia, I watched in awe every time I came back from school how my amazing late stepmother managed our hom...

A priest. A Sikh. A Rabbi. An Indigenous Leader. A Singer. A Neuroscientist. A Reverend. A UN Diplomat. A Poet. A Muslim leader. A Buddhist Monk. A Youth. A w...

Dear Airline companies, I am back again to my travels after several weeks of recess - well a moment to regroup, think, work, recover and recollect my thought...

One of the best memories of my childhood growing up in rural Zambia was my interaction with Aunt Elizabeth. As toddlers, my twin sister and I were always psy...

On 22nd April, it was World Earth Day. I have been very fortunate to have worked in many parts of the world, participated in several conferences and also de...

A few months ago, while decluttering my home I came across some amazing pictures of my first ever trip to Europe – Sweden to be precise. It was 1996. I had t...

As I navigated my space on the Kafue River, I realized just how complex my fatherland Zambia really was. I mean I watched snakes slither past me, communities...

And so perhaps I should continue with the story of the boat. Once I started on my new job at Environmental Council of Zambia (ECZ), I had NO clue what awaite...

In 1995 after I graduated from the University of Zambia, several months later (with no job in sight) I reached out to one of my mentors Dr. Harry Chabwela (a...

On this my first blog post on my reflections as a Black African female environmentalist, I can’t quite pinpoint when my interest in the environment was spark...