I was born and bred in a small town in rural Tanzania, and all I saw around me as I grew up was poverty. I saw a peasant who always worked hard in his small farm but could not transport his produce to the market because the roads had not been repaired...

Call him Haruna, a taxi driver who giggles when wild motorists get into his way and hurl insults at him. He has been driving me around in his lousy car since I arrived in Kigoma, 16 days ago. He has no idea who I am and why I am here because he hasn’t...

I have arrived in Buhingu, a lakeshore village in Kigoma rural district after a 16-hour timber canoe ride and a Mr. John Nchambi is going to be my host for a night or two.

The evening of my arrival, we sit around a big fire in their shabby home,...

Not many years ago, former Minister of industries and Trade, Idd Simba caused a flare when he used the Tanzania Demographic and Health Survey 2004/2005 to suggest that ours is a society of people with near to the ground thinking abilities.

Apparently...

My nephew turned nine last December.  He is a class three student at a public school on the outskirts of Tanzania’s capital Dar es Salaam. School hours start at 8am but he has to get to school before 7am day after day before other students grab...