Yesterday afternoon after work I took a motorbike taxi. First we decided on a price then the deal was I would get to wear the helmet and we would go slowly so I would not go to the hospital but rather to my destination, Arusha College. I also asked to go slowly because I wanted to return to Canada. Edwin obliged my whims and Kiswahili humour and even helped me with the chin strap.
Seeing Isack, Moses and Elias at their class was a joy and I wanted to be away on my own to walk over it. I’m seldom out at dusk away from my neighbourhood and I felt a contented part of Arusha on the move. A street load of people and traffic all headed in the same direction – home. I loved feeling just a little bit a part of this. It was Friday and the 12 hour work-day ending. As there is so much movement at this time I felt safe and to the extent I can feel this here, at home.
I was in a part of the market today I’d not been in and felt content there too and learned that what I buy one of here near my home I can buy three of there for the same 500 shillings. 3 eggplants for 30 cents. I bought tea leaves grown here in Tanzania and the man added a pinch of powdered ginger. Youngsters sell plastic bags. A nation of entrepreneurs I tell you.