A WELL-DRESSED VISITOR walks up to reception, drops a name: “I’m here to see Petrus”, and within 30 seconds he is through the turnstile, walking past server rooms and the finance department. No one asked for an ID. No one…

There is a quiet disease spreading through the corridors of our national life. It does not announce itself with fanfare. It arrives in the form of nodding heads, unopposed motions, and conversations that never happen. It is the slow death…

Namibia has a skills problem, but not the kind most people assume. Walk through Katutura, Khomasdal, or any peri-urban neighbourhood in Windhoek, and you will find talented carpenters, plumbers, electricians and tilers. Skilled hands. Qualified artisans. Yet many of them…