Thu, 15 Dec 2016 12:39:37 +0000 WHEN I arrived at the now defunct Libala commuter train station in Lusaka one Saturday in April, 1993, around 11:00 hours, I was surprised to find the place almost deserted. In fact, the few people I found there were mostly street vendors selling sugar cane, fried groundnuts, sweet potatoes and oranges. Inquiries revealed that there was only one commuter train operating that day because the other one had broken down (there were normally two commuter trains operating each day from either direction). I was told that the single train had left some 15 minutes before, which meant that I had to wait for over an hour before it returned from the other end of the line in George Compound. I had the choice of going to the nearby Kabwata Bus Stop and jump on a minibus into town and then connect to my home in Northmead. But having already […]
