These Days

That will be $207, the woman at the counter says, and what a discount. Divorces use to run a lot higher, but with the economy what it is these days (and love what it isn’t) the rates sure have gone down, plummeted really. Why, I paid $650 when I divorced Tom, and that was contested…

After the Rains, the Dudu

The epic battle between the pencil and the watch had nearly reached its climax. My five-year-old host brother Junior was using his considerable vocal range to breathe all the anguish and clamor of combat into the small space above my mattress where he crouched, gripping the sworn enemies in his fists. Pah!!!! Eh heh. Bam!!!…

Expats

(editorial note: I’ve decided to start posting some of my short stories on this blog. When I do, I will inform my readers. The following story is fictional.) On a hot day, Tom and I take the ferry from the downtown dock to the south end of Dar es Salaam, where a ribbon of beaches…

Will You Walk With Me?

This is a story about life in Dar by my dear friend Mwemezi Rwiza. Please visit his blog or facebook page. *** It is heavily raining in the city of Dar es Salaam. Roads have become rivers and cars are barely moving. Public transport is almost stalled. Daladalas (city buses) are either too crammed up…