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The article entitled “The White Tribesmen Of The West” in your March 2004 edition by Yuyi K Libakeni attracted my attention and enthusiasm to read on. However, the more I read, the more disappointed I became.  Yuyi’s article is about the vernacular nicknames given by local people of Barotseland to District officers corps, traders, teachers and missionaries in colonial Zambia.

My disappointment arose out of the fact that Yuyi makes no mention of one Arthur Harrington, popularly known as Matepeta, a name he acquired because of the manner in which he stooped and swayed his arms when walking. Whilst the younger generation may not know, Matepeta Harrington remains a household name in Barotseland amongst the older generation.  Arthur, my late grandfather, came to the then Northern Rhodesia at the turn of the 20th Century after the Anglo-Boer War in which he fought on the British side. He was so attracted by the beauty of Africa, he opted not to return to England because he wanted to see more of the continent. He stayed at Kalomo, the first capital of Northern Rhodesia, for a short while and then traveled up the Zambezi River to Senanga from Sesheke/Katima Mulilo. He loved the scenic beauty of Senanga so much that he decided to settle there finally, as a trader and boat builder. He established numerous trading posts throughout Senanga district. Arthur was a yachtsman and boat-builder iun his younger days at Hertford, Hertfordshire where he was born in England. He died peacefully in his sleep from cancer of the throat in 1962 at Senanga where he now lies buried.

Arthur married and several children at Senanga, one of them being my late father, Willie, who passed away in 1993 in the United Kingdom where he had gone for cancer treatment that proved unsuccessful. Willie also assumed the nickname Matepeta even long before his father, Arthur, passed away. To date, male family members are popularly referred to by that name.

Perhaps just for the record, readers may be interested to learn that both Arthur and Willie Harrington were proud to have contributed greatly to the rich culture of the Lozi people through construction of the famous Nalikwanda Royal barges used by the Litunga during the annual Kuomboka ceremony. Being a professional boat-builder, Arthur had no difficulty in manufacturing these barges for the Litunga and he transferred his technology to his son, Willie, who continued with the noble task after his death in 1962. My father, Willie, was proud of having constructed the largest-ever Nalikwana in the early 70’s at the cost of K 30,000 at the time. The barge was a mammoth twelve foot in width and ninety foot in length. Today it lies as a mere skeleton in the shallow waters at Lealui, the summer capital of the Litunga in the Barotse Floodplains.  It took about two years to construct at Senanga, two weeks to paddle upstream to Lealui, using over a hundred paddlers.

Arthur Harrington also improved the traditional makolo, a canoe water transport of the local people by introducing the sisepe which is a small barge-like version. He also contributed to the Litunga’s palace through manufacturing a wooden (mukwa) staircase leading up to the upper floor.

Yuyi ends his article by stating that he is indebted to the National Archives of Zambia and many unnamed informers but I’m surprised that such a rich history of our country has evaded him during his research. The beauty about life however, is that one cannot totally ignore or indeed wipe away the past.

I hope other historians will benefit from my letter.

William J Harrington, Lusaka

(Yes, I don’t know how we missed out Arthur Harrington, who together with Francois Coillard, must be the best known whites who settled in the Western Province. But William has promised to get me some stories from his mother which we will publish in due course. Ed.)

 

I would like to point out that the article you have on Kupalelwa, C.D Ellis (White Tribesmen Of The West) is not accurate. He was not named that for the reasons you mention. The name of the wife you mention is also wrong. He was a very successful business man in Lukona right up to Kalabo. Please check your facts before you publish articles, with inaccurate information

Susan

Email: onenlak@aol.com

(Sadly, and despite being asked, Susan has not supplied us with the correct information. Ed.)

 

A few months ago I had an HIV test.  Why?  Simply, to know my status.  A rapid test (which takes about 15 minutes) showed “positive”.  I wanted to be 100% sure.  The next day I went to another clinic.  Once again, the rapid test showed “positive”.

Psychologically, I tried my best to pass the normal stages of anger, denial, depression, etc … to the stage of acceptance,.  Constantly, I thought I must accept the situation and live a positive lift. “Accept and live positively with HIV” was my mantra for the following days.

I tried to work effectively at my job, live as normal healthy life, and allow acceptance to take over.  A doctor suggested I get my CD4 blood count tested. This has to do with immune system fighters in your body. My first CD4 count result was 120 (A healthy person is 800-1,300.) The doctor began talking about prescribing ARVs to me.  My new mantra? “ARVs will keep me alive.”

Something inside me said to have more tests done. I heard of the “Western Blot” test and the “Eliza” test, both thorough tests. Only then could the truth be known. So, the Western Blot, Eliza and two more CD4 count tests were done. The results? Negative.  Many questions were in my mind. What should I believe? What is the truth? Do I have HIV? Should I begin ARV’s I was determined to get to the truth.

I went again for more tests.  After four weeks and no results I was tired of wondering, tired of waiting, and frustrated. I went to a well-recognised virology department and had even more tests done. I spoke with the virologists who conducted the tests and after two hours of hands on learning, questioning, observing, and more I found out the truth. I am HIV negative.

There’s no concrete reason why the rapid tests were positive, but a valuable lesson was learned – inform yourself.  Inform yourself of the tests, the procedures, HIV/AIDS viruses, and all health related issues.  Get tested. Be ready for any answer. Be responsible. Inform yourself and TAKE ACTION.

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