Sunday afternoons have their own silence. After everyone has eaten and drifted into naps, those who stay awake often end up in front of a screen; phone, TV, or laptop. That was me. Scrolling without purpose, I found a recorded… Continue reading

Life takes us into different paths. At first, this is just a line you hear in passing, like a proverb whispered at the end of a journey. But one day you truly see it. One day, you realize the child… Continue reading

Welcome to Waza. Here we write, not because we hold the blueprint of life, but because something must be left behind. A spark, a mirror, a start. Yet we do understand that each problem in this world is peculiar. Each… Continue reading

Growing up, we had many friends. Then life scattered us; school, families shifting, new cities, new jobs. When we meet again, much has changed, but certain things always remain. One of those friends was my childhood neighbor. We went together… Continue reading

In law school, the debates over the social contract linger long after exams end. Names like Hobbes, Locke, Rousseau echo through lecture halls; their differences sharp, their arguments endless. Yet somewhere, in one point, they converge: society depends on agreements,… Continue reading

They say African households are something special, and yes, they are. There are stories we always share with laughter when we grow up, stories that echo through family gatherings and quiet evenings. Like how Sundays were sacred, no questions asked.… Continue reading

“Everything has an end.” It was not said in a grand auditorium or in a formal farewell ceremony. It was just a quiet line from a friend, who also happened to be my teacher in secondary school , during his… Continue reading

If everything goes right,If it finally works,If the plan unfolds exactly as you dreamed it,If the prayers are answered in full sentences,If the road stays smooth and no one stands in your way;Will it be enough? If you get the… Continue reading

I’m not a vegetarian. I eat meat. Sometimes without thinking too deeply about it. But there’s something about vegetarians, that I’ve come to respect. It’s not so much what they eat. It’s how they think. Among the many things I’ve… Continue reading

I had heard about sunsets. People describe them with big words; magical, golden, breathtaking. But I never really understood. To me, sunsets just meant the day was ending. That was it. Then one evening in Mwanza, I walked down to… Continue reading