Opinions

Skills mismatch costing the country

Numerous observers and critiques of Namibia’s education system have repeatedly hammered on the country’s education and training for not delivering the desired results in terms of skills needed by the economy.The main observation is that there is a serious skills mismatch in the skills produced by educational institutions and what is needed by the industry. As a developing country, Namibia not only experiences skills mismatch but serious skills deficit. What is for sure is that there is not enough consultation or talking taking place between those designing school, university and VTC curricula and the industry. Educators should not sit in…
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Build your own laptop screen with recycled parts

Build your own laptop screen with recycled parts

Fun, as you might imagine, was not how I would describe this adventure. Awesome? Yes. Fun? No. N.O. No way. But would I do it again? If I could rewind to that moment when the alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. to throw on clothes, grab our packs and trek up that mountain, would I? You bet your buttons I would. Here’s lives at the intersection of fun and scary. One of my companions summed the whole experience up perfectly. He leaned back in his chair at dinner that night, shrimp taco in hand, “These are the kinds of experiences…
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The science behind why no two snowflakes are alike

The science behind why no two snowflakes are alike

Fun, as you might imagine, was not how I would describe this adventure. Awesome? Yes. Fun? No. N.O. No way. But would I do it again? If I could rewind to that moment when the alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. to throw on clothes, grab our packs and trek up that mountain, would I? You bet your buttons I would. Here’s lives at the intersection of fun and scary. One of my companions summed the whole experience up perfectly. He leaned back in his chair at dinner that night, shrimp taco in hand, “These are the kinds of experiences…
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Spend the night at one of these gorgeous church hotels

Spend the night at one of these gorgeous church hotels

With their feet dangling, and amusing themselves–until I stopped them–by throwing stones at the giant mass. After I had spoken to them about it, they began playing at “touch” in and out of the group of bystanders. Among these were a couple of cyclists, a jobbing gardener I employed sometimes, a girl carrying a baby, Gregg the butcher and his little boy, and two or three loafers and golf caddies who were accustomed to hang about the railway station. There was very little talking. Few of the common people in England had anything but the vaguest astronomical ideas in those…
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