Blast From The Past I make a quick trip to the hillside resort of Lushoto within the Usambara mountain range, the Switzerland of Tanzania, just before Ramadhan begins. For three…
read moreNasra, My Latest Daughter I notice Nasra sleeping on her back, arms raised, as if in surrender, her torso exposed to the elements, a stone throw away from the Khoja…
read moreSuch Is Life I must visit India and Bangladesh, to hell with the bloody Doodoo. It’s been over a year since I was there; compliance audits for CAI projects in…
read moreFelled By Two Accursed M’buus Let me relate to you the story of two m’buus, may Allah curse them until the day of reckoning. Now, you cannot hurry me up.…
read moreSo, I’m in steamy, soupy Dar es Salaam at the moment, settling in for a few months so that I can do justice to the ongoing CAI projects. It is…
read moreMullah Mchungu And The Super Bowl I am well rested from my trip to East Africa where cases of the Doodoo are on the up and up once again, especially…
read moreSabah Gets Married It is twenty years ago when I meet Sabah Nazim Hussein in Kolkata, India. Her mother has passed away giving birth to her fourth child. The father,…
read moreAn orphan’s Baba I am done with the fun and adventure in Vietnam and Cambodia, and although my injured leg from the bicycling accident in Vietnam is still giving me…
read moreHappy New Year? The year 2020 is history. Unprecedented in the misery and death it spewed. I don’t believe my ancestors going back 100 years experienced anything like this past…
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