Author: Kandjengo kaMkwaanyoka
A Letter to My Daughter
By: Kandjengo kaMkwaanyoka I usually take days to complete my writing, searching for empirical evidence to support my hypotheses. However, I wrote this in an hour. Recent viral news about the lengths to which young women must go…
Unconventional Thoughts: Building an Economy That Benefits the Current Generation and Future Generations
By: Kandjengo kaMkwaanyoka I recently came across some reading material that excited me because, for a long time, African economic building doctrine has been dominated by Western ideologies, the International Monetary Fund (IMF), and the World Bank. Ironically, this…
Unconventional Thoughts: Dear Fellow Procrastinators, We Owe Our Villages So Much
By: Kandjengo Mkwaanyoka I bumped into one of my favourite souls, Martha, at Select Ongwediva around 06h00. I had been there for two hours since my Silas Ndapuka bus arrived rather early at 04h00, and I had to…
Unconventional thoughts: My Few Hours in Ondobe Town …we don’t need to proclaim new towns nor turn rural areas urban
By: Kandjengo Mkwaanyoka I was dropped off in Ondobe at around 06:40, in front of Tatekulu Nelulu’s building, a short distance from the main road that passes through from Onhuno to Eenhana. Apart from the vehicles passing through…
Economic Inclusion Hinges on Access to Capital … why are there no banks in villages?
Kandjengo Mkwaanyoka We often hear terms like economic restoration, previously disadvantaged, empowerment, and inclusivity being on a daily basis as companies attempt to demonstrate economic empathy. It sounds promising, but a closer look reveals that these are just words…
An Open Letter to the Namibian Cabinet on Drought
By: Kandjengo kaMkwanyooka The Cabinet has declared drought a national emergency and allocated around N$850 million for mitigation purposes. However, the pressing question remains: how will we fill the food gap? Will we rely on international assistance from countries…
We Are Economically and Ideologically Confused
By: Kandjengo kaMkwanyooka It puzzles me when Namibians challenge and scrutinise any tender allocated to fellow Namibians. I truly want to understand the ideological basis for such scrutiny: isn’t that what we want or have been yearning for? I…
I Wish I Listened to My Mom
By: Kandjengo kaMkwaanyoka Observing young Angolan children selling in the streets of Windhoek brings back memories of my upbringing in Oshakati and living with my mother. It reinforces my belief that my mother was a true entrepreneur. Growing up…
Being a Conservationist and Environmentally-Conscious Economist
By: Kandjengo kaMkwaanyoka Every evening, I wrestle with the urge to grab a broom and swat away the spider dangling from my room’s ceiling. It’s a struggle born of fear; fear of spiders and other bugs that have…
Unconventional Thoughts: Ombike, the Neglected Village Commodity
By: Kandjengo kaMkwaanyoka There have been two occasions when I have gotten drunk. Surprisingly, it wasn’t from beer, whiskey, or wine, but from ombike. Specifically, ombike yeendunga, the traditional gin made predominantly from palm fruit among others. My…