Edwin jr

Let's elect on merit not sympathy or system... If the the youth or woman can't prove to be a good representative (Leader) with the current constitution then that youth doesn't deserve to be a leader. This is the easiest recipe for disaster, this is forcing leadership...

Zambian youth Edwin jr

That's just how it is...

Had an amazing time live on ZAMCOM Radio 100.1 FM today around 16hrs. It was such an insightful conversation about Financial management and planing...

TRUELY humble by the invitation to share thoughts with such bright minds.

Thank you for having Latola Financial Services Limited.

But kwena

The Consultant Who Charged Champagne Prices for Tap Water

When Charles and Melissa decided to launch their dream business — a small bakery with a coffee corner — they knew they needed a professional to handle the registration, licensing, and business development paperwork. They wanted to focus on recipes, not red tape.

That’s when they met Mr. Kazhumbulu, “Business Development Consultant Extraordinaire” — at least that’s what he called himself. He arrived at the meeting wearing a shiny suit two sizes too big, carrying a fake leather briefcase, and speaking in big words that sounded like he swallowed a dictionary but only halfway digested it.

“I can set up your business from scratch, obtain all necessary licenses, develop your business model, and create investor-ready documentation in a mere three weeks,” he declared, sipping the cappuccino they had bought him.

“How much?” Charles asked.

“Ah, my friend, you cannot put a price on expertise… but in this case, the fee is K105,000 my good boss. A small price to pay for my gold-standard service.”

Melissa glanced at Charles. They didn’t know much about the process, but his confidence was intoxicating — like the smell of fresh bread at 6 a.m. They paid.

The Waiting Game

Week three came and went. Then week five. Then week nine. Each time they called him, he had a story ready:

“The ministry has suspended all operations temporarily because they are fumigating the building for snakes.”

“The Director General is attending a wedding in Botswana.”

“I am still waiting for the golden stamp of approval — without it, your documents are incomplete.”

Charles started to suspect that “golden stamp” was just him using a gold ink pad in his living room.

The Receipt Mystery

Melissa, being the curious type, asked if they could have the Government of the Republic of Zambia (GRZ) receipts for the licenses and registrations.

Mr. Kazhumbulu leaned in, lowered his voice, and whispered,

“Ah… GRZ receipts are dangerous to keep. If someone finds them, they can steal your business.”

In reality, he simply didn’t want them to know that a license costing K350 was being billed to them for K2,500.

The ‘Extra’ Services

He convinced them that part of “business development” was hiring him to “train staff in corporate discipline.”

The training? He arrived late, lectured about how Napoleon built his empire, and then made everyone watch him eat a plate of nshima and kapenta. He called it team bonding.

The Breaking Point

Four months in, they still didn’t have a trading license. The business name was registered incorrectly — “Sweet Buns & Coffe” (yes, without the last ‘e’), and the “investor-ready” business plan was a 4-page Word document in Comic Sans font with clipart coffee cups.

They had enough.

The Latola Rescue

Melissa’s cousin told them about Latola Financial Services Limited. Within two weeks, Latola had:

Corrected the business name.

Provided all GRZ receipts transparently.

Drafted a proper business model.

Created a clean, legal partnership agreement.

Guided them step-by-step on proper compliance.

Charles swore he saw a halo over the consultant’s head at Latola’s office.

Now their bakery is thriving, and they tell everyone:

“If you want your business done right, don’t hire a consultant who talks like a TED Talk but works like a snail. Call Latola Financial Services instead.”

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Wezi Mhone Let's push for

Let the girl child find peace
We are just a law away..

Ati DM for passport size photos, from ba crypto king😂

Crypto Made Me Do It

In 2021, Mutale was a banking officer by day and crypto evangelist by night.

He wore suits to work but traded on his phone during lunch breaks, explaining things nobody asked him about.

“This coin is going to the moon.”
“Bitcoin is freedom.”
“Banks are slavery.”

His friends just nodded while eating their nshima.

Then one day, after checking his Binance app and seeing his coin jump 400%, he stood up mid-meeting and declared,

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“I’m done being a slave. I quit.”

He even printed his resignation letter on gold paper. “Respectfully leaving to pursue digital assets.”

HR said, “Best of luck.”
His boss said, “You’ll be back.”
Mutale said, “You’ll be broke.”

For the next few weeks, life was sweet. He bought an iPhone 13, changed his WhatsApp name to “Crypto King ZM 🇿🇲🚀,” and posted screenshots with captions like “While you’re asleep, I make money.”

Then came The Dip.

His coin — "GoatChain" — went from $3.70 to $0.01 in 6 days.

Mutale panicked. He joined 6 different Telegram groups to find answers. One admin told him to “buy the dip.” Another told him to “stay strong.” One just sent a GIF of a burning house.

By the time he tried to withdraw, the exchange had “technical issues.”

By the end of the month, he had K187 left, a cracked iPhone screen, and no job.

He went back to his old workplace to beg. The receptionist said,

“You’re that crypto guy, right? My uncle lost K12,000 because of you.”

He now works at his cousin’s cyber café in Chainda, printing NRC photocopies and warning kids not to trust online money.

His new bio?

“Ex-crypto investor. DM for passport photos.”

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So painful 😭🤣

My Boyfriend, My Business Partner, My Biggest Expense

When Mwansa met Daniel, he had no job, no car, but a 6-pack and confidence that could sell sand in Barotseland.

She fell hard — and so did her common sense.

A few months in, Mwansa had an idea:

“Babe, let’s start a business. You’re smart. I have capital. Let’s build something together.”

Daniel smiled like someone who had just heard “free WiFi.”

So, they started MD Electronics — a phone accessories booth at Levy Mall. She paid for everything:
– Booth: K8,000
– Stock: K12,000
– Daniel’s new sneakers for “brand image”: K1,800
– Relationship therapy session (optional, but needed): K600

Mwansa handled the finances. Daniel handled the sitting and Instagram reels of himself rotating AirPods like a magician.

In the first week, they made K3,500. She was excited.

By week two, sales dropped mysteriously. Stock kept “finishing” but the M-pesa didn’t show it.

She checked the booth once and found Daniel giving out chargers “on credit” to girls who called him babe. One asked for a free power bank because “you’re so understanding.”

Mwansa pulled him aside.

“We’re running a business, not an orphanage for bad decisions.”

Daniel said, “It’s called marketing.”

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Week three, the booth was robbed.
No signs of forced entry.
CCTV? “Was off that day.”
Only things missing: the good stock and Daniel’s work ethic.

She called. He didn’t answer.
She texted. He blue-ticked her.

One month later, she saw him on TikTok selling perfumes under the name “D Fresh Fragrances.”

Same sneakers. New girl. Same lies.

Now Mwansa runs the booth alone. Rebranded it “Just Mwansa Gadgets” no initials, no nonsense.

Her new business motto?
“Never mix romance with receipts.”

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