When not twelve months ago Zambia came to Libreville to conquer Africa — or at least what was left to conquer after dispatching of Senegal, Libya, the hosts in the form of Equatorial Guinea, Sudan, and Ghana whilst in Bata—there was a sense that something was different. Chipolopolo Boys were not just playing with the weight of taking down Africa’s heirs-apparent on their shoulders: they had to carry nearly two decades of pain for the generation who perished into the Atlantic mere kilometers to the west.
