A soft mist clings to the banks of the Kafue River on a warm Copperbelt summer night, the quiet outskirts of Kitwe wrapped in the dark just right for a deep nap. The gentle lapping of small wavelets against the shore sits beneath the clear, soft croak of a nearby frog, with a distant chorus of frogs and the faint, rhythmic chirp of crickets weaving into a slow, harmonious hum. This minimalist soundscape has no sharp edges, the layers blending softly to match the calm, unhurried pace of a restful