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Mr Eloquent
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Supply Chain and Logistics Specialist 🇿🇲 | Public Speaker| Mannock Care Pharmacy 💊 | Perfume Guy | Watches (Seiko & Tissot)| Whiskey & Wine Connoisseur
Kitwe Zambia Katılım Kasım 2012
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@ukusefya Amazing write up, I would love to visit Japan soon to visit watch makers like Seiko.
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Lilanda-Matero to Magical Tokyo
Sampa Kangwa-Wilkie
I would probably be still in Tokyo if it were not for my children. On my second day in Tokyo, I wrote an email to my then husband telling him that I had no intention of returning home.
I have not found adequate words to describe the grandeur, splendor and magic that Tokyo is, with its graceful people and its vast breathtaking architecture. I saw and walked into buildings whose shapes, form, texture and scope defy understanding, like a confirmation that God is there. Japan is a celebration of the infinite capacity of the human mind and a condemnation to mediocrity.
I found myself in Japan as one of 40 young experts and intellectuals drawn from around the world to study at the United Nations University’s International Course taught over six-weeks. I couldn’t get used to the idea that I was in Japan as an intellectual. I am a girl from Lilanda-Matero. The last time I checked there were anything but intellectuals in Lilanda.
An old lover insists that I lived in George compound. I am not one to deny my history, but I never lived in George compound. Those who live in that part of town will tell you that although a mere road divides the two, the difference is huge, perceptive mostly, but even by city planning standards, the one is a township the other is a compound. My typical day in Lilanda for seven years constituted drawing water, cleaning, cooking and Church. I don’t know about now, but there were no role models in Lilanda then and dreams didn’t come true.
My first day at UNU was both exciting and daunting, I was threatened by the expertise of my classmates; physicists, economists and lawyers. One young expert from Pakistan was winding up his doctorate in nano-particle physics—I had never heard of that before. Afraid that I would be bottom of the 40 intellectuals, I put in so many hours of study. I read more books in six weeks than I ever did in any given year during my four-year undergraduate studies.
Soon, I would learn that there was nothing much to being an intellectual or an expert than repeatedly studying and understanding what you are studying. My lowest grade was A+. I graduated Cum-Laude and gave the valedictory speech.
My first fascinating encounter with Japan was the toilet in my one star hotel (which all along I assumed was a five star). The toilet flashed itself when you got up the seat, and at a press of a button, jets of water from varying angles and intensity gently hit, sprayed and cleaned your bum, and at a press of another button an oozing of warm air dried it. The toilet experience was literally tissue-free, it involved sitting, pressing buttons and out you go.
Tokyo is one of the most expensive places under the sun rivaled only by Angola. I starved a lot while in Tokyo. In order to experience and explore Tokyo with its rich culture, architecture and history, I needed money and a plan. The plan involved one meal a day and walking six miles to and from school as opposed to taking a train.
My most memorable experience was the visit to Kamakura, a temple city. The serene, lash gardens and ancient Japanese architecture resembled my vision of heaven. I cannot fully explain how I felt in the presence of the humongous sculpture of Buddha, it’s what I would feel a year later standing in front of the Louvre Museum in Paris—an overwhelming presence of a higher power, a sense that I had an appointment with greatness.
I am Christian, yet I felt and sensed God standing before the giant watchful, imposing and merciful presence of the Buddha. I joined hundreds of pilgrims doing rituals and sacrifices to Buddha. I prayed both to Jesus Christ and Buddha to bless me. I am as much at peace in a Temple, Synagogue, Mosque as I am in a Church. I can worship among any gods and religions because I already know my God and he knows me too. The following day, I was at Tokyo Baptist Church singing praises and thanking God for an encounter with him in a Buddhist temple.
My adventures took me to Tokyo Stock Exchange. I walked past sharply dressed men and women who had an aura of people who money loved. I watched the stock exchange in its full glory, giant screens enabled a closer view of the running figures as stocks gained and dropped in nano-seconds closely matched by the changing emotions and countenances of the investors. I couldn’t read the figures, but i read the faces of the men on the ground floor, it was a tough day at TSE.
Time and money wouldn’t allow me to go to Nagoya source of many cars on the Zambian roads. My visit to the Zambian High Commission led me to a car agent, a Zimbabwean, Andrew. He took me to USS, the biggest car auctioneers of second hand cars in Japan. The auction warehouse was a massive lecture hall-like-auditorium with hundreds of computer screens with pictures of cars in bid, rolling past the screens. The bidding process was a high tech affair—silent, personal and in front of a computer.
Andrew bid for a 2000 model Pajero at 300,000 Yen (USD3000), after five seconds unchallenged, the car was his. He told me fascinating tales—that some cars, he bids for as little as USD100. He told me it was cheaper to get a corolla than to take a taxi from Yokohama to Tokyo. Cars which are not sold within two weeks are crushed. I asked him why the cars were so cheap, good and with low mileage. Cars are subjected to a mandatory road-worthy test every 3years, so people opt to dispose their cars than undergo the notorious test, but much more, Japanese love new gadgets. In a country where a new car is on the market every other month, driving a 2year old-car is pretty ancient.
I left Tokyo still struck by its splendor and grandeur. My most endearing moments were walking through the beautiful Yoyogi Park, and breathtaking streets of Shinjuku, Ginza, and Shibuya.
Tokyo was most beautiful at any time, but most dramatic at night with illuminated skies and darkness standing no chance.
(Originally published in The Post and Nkwazi Magazine in 2013)


Sampa Kabwela@ukusefya
Japan, Kamakura. It was like landing in heaven. I was in Tokyo for six weeks. I lived in Shibuya. Unforgettable. Unparalleled. I penned an article—Six Weeks in Magical Tokyo. I would like just one more visit in the cherry blossom season.
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@Mr_Liyanda @Swatch Yes they will be priced somewhere around $300-$500
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@KyrieIrving This would have made more sense if you were poor but you already have the riches bro!
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“After returning to Nigeria in 2011, Davido paused his music career and agreed to honor his father by enrolling at Babcock University, from which he graduated in July 2015, with a degree in music after his father paid the university to start a music department for an inaugural class of one student”.
Are you still saying money is not important?
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