Kaka Ben
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THE RICE RITUAL
In every kitchen, there’s a moment of quiet before the rice begins. Someone ties their kitenge or khanga tighter around the waist, opens the cupboard, picks the packet of rice like it’s sacred. There’s always a little ritual, maybe rinsing… Continue reading
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THE HALF THAT STILL MATTERS
When I was young, I heard a story of a woman who lived in a village far from the well. Every day she would walk a long distance to fetch water. Her buckets were old, cracked, and tired; just like… Continue reading
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WHERE THE GAME BEGINS
I used to stand on the edge of the court, holding the ball, not to play, just to watch. There was a rhythm in the way they moved, those older boys. The game to them wasn’t a sport. It was… Continue reading
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RAIN KNOWS NO NAMES
Driving in Dar es Salaam is never easy. But when it rains, it becomes a different life altogether. The streets turn into rivers. The dust becomes thick mud. The familiar shortcuts you knew dry and clean now become traps for… Continue reading
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THE WEIGHT OF OUR OWN BLIND SPOTS
In the quiet of the evening, I went to my usual spot for my evening conversations and small gatherings. A place where tired minds find solace in the exchange of stories, news, and sometimes, just in laughter. It was a… Continue reading
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