By Derek Mwale There is a question most travelers never ask, even as they swipe their cards, sign receipts, and settle into open-air jeeps watching the horizon breathe with life: Where does the money actually go? A safari feels simple on the surface. You book a trip. You pay a lodge. You arrive in a…
By Derek Mwale There is a version of travel that people post online—clean itineraries, scenic photographs, curated experiences, and seamless movement from one destination to another. But beneath that surface, there is another version of travel. A version that is rarely talked about, rarely documented, yet absolutely essential. It is the hidden supply chain. In…
By Derek Mwale There are places on the map that people visit, and then there are places that quietly observe people as they pass through them. Victoria Falls belongs to the latter category. It does not just exist as a waterfall. It exists as a mirror—reflecting identity, ambition, memory, survival, and perception back at whoever…
By Derek Mwale There’s a moment that happens when you travel. It’s subtle. Easy to miss. You step out of a bus, a plane, or a car, and for a brief second, everything feels new. The air is different. The language shifts. The rhythm of life slows down—or speeds up—in a way that reminds you…
By Derek Mwale There is a quiet rhythm beneath Zambia’s modern life. You hear it in the early morning before the buses start moving, before the markets fully wake, before the noise of ambition takes over the day. It is not loud, not demanding, not something you notice unless you are paying attention. But it…
By Derek Mwale There’s a moment that comes just before you leave. Not the physical departure—the packing, the booking, the logistics. That part is mechanical. Predictable. Safe. I’m talking about the moment when it hits you that you’re going alone. No one to lean on. No one to blame. No one to distract you from…
By Derek Mwale There is a kind of freedom that only exists when you no longer know where you are. Not lost in the anxious, survival sense—where your heart races and your mind spirals—but lost in the quiet, deliberate surrender of control. The kind of lost that strips away the illusion that you were ever…
By Derek Mwale There are places that produce. And then there are places that make production possible. Kapiri Mposhi belongs to the second category. It does not mine copper.It does not manufacture goods at scale.It does not dominate headlines as a financial center. And yet, without it—and places like it—much of Zambia’s economic activity would…
By Derek Mwale There is a kind of story that never gets told. Not because it lacks meaning—but because it moves too quickly to be captured. It exists in bus stations, in roadside stops, in the brief exchanges between strangers who will never meet again. It lives in the in-between spaces of travel, where people…
By Derek Mwale There is a quiet discomfort in being in between. Not at the beginning, where everything is still possibility. Not at the destination, where meaning is often assigned after the fact. But somewhere in the middle—where nothing feels complete, where the journey has started but not yet resolved. This is where places like…