Most may have forgotten his name, but the Olympics have not. In 1968, a Tanzanian athlete named John Stephen Akhwari did something unforgettable. In one of the most quietly patriotic acts ever witnessed on an Olympic stage, he finished a… Continue reading

We enter this world like visitors stepping into a house we did not build. The walls stand firm, not by accident, but because someone labored over them. The floors are smooth because generations wore them down with their footsteps. The… Continue reading

It’s always at the end. The magic, the joy, the peace.After the fire is out. After the dragon is slain.After the wedding. After the kiss. After the fight is done. They say, “……. and they lived happily ever after.” But… Continue reading

In Dar es Salaam, nobody really loves the sun. It’s always there. Always burning. Always reminding us that this is a hot city. From January to December, we walk under it, wipe sweat from our necks, hide in the shade,… Continue reading

They say a good player rarely shows up with new boots. It stayed with me. Not because of how clever it sounded, but because over time, it proved itself true. Not just in football, but in life. A good player… Continue reading

Sometimes, you look in the mirror. Just a glance. Just to see if your shirt is straight. If your hair is sitting right. If your face looks acceptable for the day ahead. And then you move on. You don’t stay… Continue reading

It was one of those slow Dar es Salaam evenings. The kind where time softens. Where people gather in twos and threes to talk about life, the day, the past, whatever floats between the dusk and the dust. I found… Continue reading

When we were kids, we chased everything that moved. Kumbikumbi during the rains. Grasshoppers in the dry season. Dragonflies by the river. But nothing caught our attention quite like butterflies. We’d run barefoot through the school yard or across a… Continue reading