The University of Zambia (UNZA) management has condemned the Zambia Lecturers and Researchers’ Union (UNZALARU) for their conduct and bad language following a delay in the payment of their salaries.
UNZA Management has expressed displeasure and disappointment with UNZALARU’s actions and condemns in the strongest terms, the stance and strong language attributed to the Union and its agents as published by various media houses.
UNZA Registrar Sitali Wamundila has stated that the position taken by UNZALARU does not in any way represent the position of Management and the University community.
“In as much as UNZA promotes academic freedom and freedom of expression amongst its staff members, it encourages and upholds civility as a mechanism through which conflicts are resolved,” Mr. Mwandila said.
He has reiterated that UNZA is a non-partisan public institution that upholds and embraces a culture of dialogue in resolving issues.
Mr. Wamundila has since advised and reminded all members of staff at the institution that UNZA is a community of intellectuals, hence the need to observe the highest levels of decorum when resolving conflict.
Meanwhile, Mr. Wamundila has assured all key stakeholders that UNZA attaches great importance to the promotion of a peaceful and conflict-free learning environment in the execution of its key mandate of teaching, research and community service.
Prof Mumba, you hv been given a difficult job. Instead of making keynote addresses at academic functions, u hv been reduced to worrying about the payroll. This is very sad indeed.
Just find the money and pay the workers, Imagi e going through Christmas and new year without pay kkkkk. Next time vote wisely not with your bottoms up otherwise you so called interlectuals will be insulting the masses with impunity. A doctor with no alternative income generation capacity, how about a common man on the streets?
Pay them the 20% pay cut by the head of states, if it wasn’t given to cadres already
You have a right to a timely pay every month, yes.
But you don’t have a right to call Zambian citizens, electorates, who will vote for PF in 2021 as 1diots. Some of whom you represent.
Id1ot acronyms:
nincompoop,dunce, dolt, ignoramus, cretin,
1mbec!1e, dullard, moron, simpleton, clod, dope, ninny, chump, dimwit, nitwit, goon, dumbo, dum-dum, dumb-bell, loon, jack@ss, bonehead, fathead, numbskull, blockhead, dunderhead, chucklehead, knucklehead, muttonhead, pudding-head, thickhead, wooden-head, airhead, pinhead, lamebrain, pea-brain, birdbrain, zombie, jerk, nerd, dipstick, donkey, noodle, nit, twit, numpty, clot,plonker, berk,prat, pillock,wally, git, wazzock, divvy, nerk, twerp, twonk, charlie, mug, muppet, nyaff, balloon, sumph, gowk, gobdaw, schmuck,…
…bozo, boob, lamer, turkey etcetera unless you’re a diehard upndead goon like Mark Simuwe insulting KZ or Zambian Citizen or TITF.
You take social media language into your service.
1d1ots like that UNZARALU representative must resign for putting the name of the organization in disrepute.
Do these imbeciles have pity on other people. How can you let people go for months without pay in this biting economy? Us working abroad will not come to Zambia until things normalises.
Good then, take a permanent resident permit and die an immigrant.
Come back as cargo.
Zambia is under the spell of PF. They are nfwiitis, they have bewitched every institution in the country. Mtewere has baddass JUJU not to play with. With all due respect, PF is Ebola. I am sorry.
Dokota Mambwe is a cadre in an opposition party. Let him come out in open. You cannot call people who can vote for PF as *****s. To start with it’s him who is an *****. Even if we put fake dokota Mambwe in state house today he will not change anything. Please sort out this ***** who is calling innocent people as *****s. It’s good to learn that the UNZA is not part and parcel of this confused dokota.
What happens to the money from rentals of that shopping mall on UNZA land ???
Sitali mbwashula yahao ya swabisa, kanti ki kweta ya mufuta mani yakulekile Changwa Lungu? No wonder these fools going by the name management cannot resolve any problem, your workers go on for months without pay anf all you can do is scold them when they express their frustration! This is really a very tragic phenomena in Zambia where people celebrate being down troden or they go to the gallows like sheep, no fight no nothing at all. At least Mambwe has the bolls to call a spade a spade, on any day I will side with Mambwe my boy, because in Rotse luli: “Puso ya lyanganu ki lukanda ni siziba ni mandwani”
Core matter is salary payment. No unpaid employee will be stu.pid enough to vote for the same guys playing billiards with his pay. Equally, no one will be st.upid enough to believe that 15 year sentence for some boys should be given more attention than corrupt practices going scot-free… there, I said it.
UNZA should just meet their obligation of paying salaries to its employees. UNZA out of all institutions understands this moral duty and does not need to be lectured on this matter.
However, if fallen to political trappings will begin to loose public confidence a risk as a nation can not condon. Do the right thing as a higher learning institution.
Is everyone so scared to say anything against Edgar Mataware in Zambia?
IS MANAGEMENT PAID???
Do ministers and MPs ever have delays in their salaries payments?
These are ball-less men indeed, very unproductive. instead of standing by your man who means well not only for the institution that has been having problems paying salaries but also the many other things he said concerning the poor governing of this country. These are cowards who fail to stand up and claim (good governance) that is within their rights. mediocrity should never be praised, poor leadership should never be praised but condemned utterly. Its not about tribalism, its not about wako ni wako it is for the good of this nation that is slowly sinking in ruin. wake up Zambia and defend what is yours or else even the little you have will be taken away from you and your families.
UNZA has always voted for the opposition because they seem to know that these problems for the nation can be resolved by competent people in the UPND and not aya matokoso ya PF – Poor Finishers. Niimbw*
Vice Chancellor the biggest problem is that you are such a spineless coward.Cadres have made you repeat words after them.The reason tax payers paid for you to be this educated to stand up for the country
Most dons at UNZA know that Kelvin Mambwe is very, very pro-UPND. Those who interact with him frequently were not event surprised about his tirade against PF *****s. In fact, this is not the first time he has attacked the PF with virulence. One time he issued an unprovoked scathing anti-PF assault on the UPND-inclined UNZA Dons Facebook page which he removed after some of his more sober-minded colleagues counseled him.
Sata was right!
Educated people are Cowards!
Why apologise for saying the truth?
It’s the responsibility of the Father in a home to ensure that all children have basic necessities of life!
Only !d10Ts will vote in reverse!
The problem we have in Zambia is most so called UNZA dons have never written a single proposal for a grant to do research for their respective departments. They did their PHDs in Universities abroad and cannot emulate any a single good practice. All they depend on is a salary from Ministry of Finance.
The other issues is that a good number are shameless UPND cadres with no relevance to the institution.
The dokota was correct. Only those eating with them guys and the idiyotis will vote for them
I think the below article paints a picture of the so called “intellectuals” at UNZA. Please read and get out of your job if you are not adding any value to the oldest learning institution in Zambia. Management should be ashamed of themselves like the PF Mob..
This article was penned by Field Ruwe. He is a US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History. !
They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries,…
In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”
Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic…
I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Zambia.”
“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.”
My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.
“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He…
Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”
“No, you…
“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly…
We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.”
I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.”
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Africans, the entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his…
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Zambians respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they
were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And…
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do…
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on Kafue Road crushing…
I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are the Zambian engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”
I held my breath.
“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing. They were at the Lusaka Golf Club, Lusaka Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and Lusaka Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Zambian intellectuals work from eight to five…