Gipa Marketing Services

Gipa Marketing Services Gipa marketing services (gms) is involved in high value, industrial crops and art related tourism products. P.o.BOX 50387, Lusaka.

Gipa m.s offers export services to countries that are members of SADC and COMESA. It is located at Plot No.10172-Wiston Mtonga-Nyumba Yanga. Gms' operational warehouse is at former Kaoma Central Milling plot and will soon open a transit warehouse in Malole-Mungwi district at Chinchi Wababili Warehouse, brothers of Sacred House of Jesus, St Francis Secondary School. Gms has offices and a farm in ka

lumwange in Kaoma district of Western province in order to concretise its core business of networking with its rural farmers in the kalumangwe, also in Luapula, Northern and Muchinga provinces. Its exports include:
-soya beans
-cassava; chips,flour,starch and mealie meal
-groundnuts
-beans
*VISION, MISSION AND OBJECTIVES
Generally it is gender development through buisness by:
a) Promoting and empowering rural farmers
b)Substainable marketin services to hardworking and productive rural farmers
c)Effective n systematic reduction of poverty at rural household level by buying from local farmers at competitive Food Reserve Agency prices. d)Adding value to the local rural farmers produce and products after the purchase of raw products to enhance quality for the purpose of farming
e)Buying tourist art related products for export hence promoting tourism
f)Provides effective, efficient, cost effective, sustainable platform for rural farmers and artists at competitive market for their market forces at play locally and internationally
g)Creatin awareness on HIV/AIDS scourge, by collaborating with social health marketing institutions e.g society for family health by distributing their leaflets, publications in GIPA's area of operations. GIPA will be used as a conduit to sensitize people on matters od HIV/AIDS/EBOLA and thus mitigating the effects of HIV/AIDS/EBOLA on the rural farmers to remain healthy and productive.
*For Inquiries Phone:
+260965592322
+260955416181
+260963664022
+260955371065
+260973227863
Or email the Marketing Director at
[email protected]

29/04/2026

BREAKING ⛓️‍💥

"The ECL Body That Refuses to Die: Speculation, Suspicion, and the Ghost of KK”


28 April 2026 — KK Day

AM

They say the dead rest in peace. But in Zambia, even the grave is a contested territory. It’s a war.



Today, on the very day the nation remembers Kenneth Kaunda — the founding father who preached unity and dignity — the government once again lunged for possession of Edgar Chagwa Lungu’s body.



Frozen in Pretoria like a relic of medieval Europe, the sixth President is dragged through courts instead of being laid to rest.



SABC reports that Lusaka’s lawyers filed yet another reconsideration application at the Pretoria High Court, challenging the urgent order that directed the remains back to Two Mountains mortuary.



The irony is unbearable: the same government that mocked him in life now fights tooth and nail to own him in death.

The family, weary and wounded, wanted a quiet burial in South Africa. Instead, they are dragged through endless litigation, watching their loved one treated like a trophy.



“La muerte es más fuerte que el amor,” the Spanish poet once wrote — death is stronger than love. Yet here, even death is weaker than politics.

What misery is this, where a Christian nation guts its former leader like a fish without family consent, then later wants to parade the co**se as a symbol of unity?

The streets of Lusaka whisper sorrow. Cairo Road, Muso O Tunya, ordinary citizens cry openly, draped in knightly colours, mourning not just the man but the dignity of burial itself.

The government’s denials ring hollow. “We don’t want the body,” they said yesterday. Today, they file papers again. Tomorrow, they will claim it is for national honour.

But honour without compassion is a masquerade. The coffin becomes a stage prop, the body a bargaining chip.

Edgar Lungu, loved for his laughter, his dancing, his tears, built bridges and airports for the people.

Now he is reduced to a frozen pawn in a legal chess game. The family’s grief is mocked by bureaucracy, their mourning hijacked by protocol.

And so, the dead are brought alive again, not in memory but in courtroom battles.

Zambia watches, bewildered, as the government fights to possess what it once rejected. The second death of ECL is not in Pretoria’s morgue but in the nation’s conscience.

How bitter the contrast with Kenneth Kaunda, whose KK Day we mark today. KK stood for unity, dignity, and African liberation. He was the man who sang “Tiyende Pamodzi” — let’s walk together — and meant it.

Today, instead of walking together, Zambia stumbles over a coffin, divided by suspicion and lies. Who gained access to ECL’s body without consent of Mrs. Lungu and lawyer Makebi Zulu last week? Who hides what, and why?



This is a developing story, but one truth is clear: Zambia has lost not only a leader, but the dignity of death itself.



--Amb. Anthony Mukwita, Author & International Relations Analyst

10/02/2026

With Angela Nyirenda – I just made it onto their weekly engagement list by being one of their top engagers!

25/01/2026
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With Dr Lubinda Haabazoka – I'm on a streak! I've been a top fan for 3 months in a row. 🎉

23/12/2025

☑️ A GLANCE AT MY ACADEMIC AND PROFESSIONAL JOURNEY

Part 2:

Following my second exclusion from the University of Zambia, I stayed home for two years during which I attempted several endeavours. First, I enrolled for an accounting course (AAT) for which I attended tuitions twice a week in the evening at Lusaka Private High School near COMESA Market. However, after attending classes for three weeks, I quit on account of two reasons:

(a) I found the accounting concept of "double entry" (credit vs debit) confusing.

(b) The class was too small for my comfort. Apart from me, there were only two other students whose accounting "competence and understanding" appeared much worse than mine!

The thought of continuing with the accounting course gave me goose pimples! I could literally see another looming academic fiasco, which my mind was obviously not ready to handle!

Admittedly, I felt frustrated with any further academic pursuit. The fear of failure overwhelmed me. I needed to find something else to keep me occupied, and earn me an income. Probably, that would restore my confidence and repair my damaged self-esteem. I shared my thoughts with a few close friends.

In this regard, a former classmate at Hillcrest, who was working as an accountant after obtaining a Zambia Diploma in Accountancy (ZDA), arranged an inrerview for me for a clerical job at Unifinance Bureau de Change located on Cairo Road in Lusaka. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful. One interview question that threw me off-balance was, "With the 4 A-levels that you possess from UNZA, do you believe that you are better than an ordinary Grade 12 in relation to the performance of the job we are interviewing you for?"

I have never felt so stupid and so dull in my life. To start with, the job content was totally unknown to me. The job was not publicly advertised for me to appreciate its actual tasks or key result areas. My short written application letter was on the basis of non-detailed verbal information shared by my former classmate.

Now, my mind "told" me that the employment "door" was shut because I didn't have any specific pre-job training or qualification.

What next?

I decided to venture into the sale of "game meat!" There was a strong rumour that I could buy some from Nyawa Chiefdom in Zimba District for resale in Lusaka. To raise my start-up capital, I performed a few menial jobs in the neighbourhood. Owing to my humble disposition, it was easy for the neighbours to hire me to clean their surroundings, dig pits or slash their overgrown grass.

Upon arrival in Nyawa, I was welcomed and accommodated by a family that once lived in Kaunda Square (Lusaka) and relocated to their village after retirement from formal employment. They were not expecting me, but I just showed up. At the time, there were no mobile phones.

When I explained my mission, the male head of the host family responded that, "You needed to have brought with you some bullets. Here, they are in short supply. In the absence of that, it will take long for hunters to source bullets and go into the bush to slaughter impalas."

Indeed, I stayed for a complete month without success. Then, one evening, I saw my mother suddenly arrive, looking tired, weak and dehydrated. My heart broke! She had travelled to follow up on me, moving from one village to another until she found me. She and the rest of the family back home were worried sick about my welfare. They didn't know what was happening with or to me. They wondered whether I was still alive!

The next morning, my mother and I travelled back to Lusaka. Once again, I had failed; this time, in my entrepreneurial endeavour!



JK.

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