By the time I was growing up in the late 1990s, it was no longer fashionable for a young person to have creamed his family tree. Seemingly, the tradition was discouraged some decades ago during the climax of liberation movements and informally banned after the shock waves of the 1964 violence. Continue reading “The Roots, The Stem and The Branches: In Search of Myself”
On one fateful day in July 1996, I packed my few belongings and some books – most of which handwritten – and took an MV Serengeti from Mkoani heading to Unguja, where I was admitted to the then Institute of Kiswahili and Foreign Languages to pursue my diploma on Teaching Languages.
Many a time, I am being personally questioned – and even attacked – on my way of life as a person who live abroad, far away from my homeland. These questions – and so attacks – come from different people and different angles.
Ali Salim Hamed, alias Kimwanga, is now in his 80s, old, sick and, above all, heart-broken. But half a century ago, he was a very ambitious young fisherman on the sea shores of Zanzibar Stone Town, not far from the seat of the Sultanate, where one day the sea adventure allowed him to befriend the last Sultan of Zanzibar, Jamshid bin Abdallah Al Busaidi, who was known for his love for fishing and hunting. Continue reading “A Fisherman and His Sultan Friend: A Story of Shared Love for Sea Life in Pre-Revolution Zanzibar”