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

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