Last week, Professor Sullivan and I flew to Dar es Salaam. I expected a city like Kampala, with busy markets, office buildings here and there, small local shops and perhaps a mzungu shopping center. A city with different corners, yes, but one with a specific flavor that was already close to home (due to my
Tag: mzungu
When I stepped off the plane at Kilimanjaro Airport, the familiarity of the air hit me immediately. I breathed in freshness, smoke, humidity, earth. The air is distinctive and raw, and I felt happy. I am back in this place of simplicity and yet overwhelming complexity, a world that never ceases to fascinate me. I