ABSTRACT
Lusaka is never placid, bland, or uneventful. It pulsates with all kinds of activities. Office high-rises line the downtown streets, where a few colonial buildings are still standing. Here is a watch repairman, and over there women with babies on their backs are selling roasted groundnuts. Newspaper vendors on the corners of sidewalks do a busy trade. A blind beggar accompanied by a young child stood for many years on the very same spot just opposite the post office. Open-air markets and street vendors bridge the city’s different zones, connecting the flow of people, goods, and ideas between peri-urban residential settlements and municipal and national administrative headquarters and institu tions. Wherever I go, I can feel Lusaka’s pulse in what is happen ing around me.
