Day Seventeen (&day 2 with the flu).Fewer surprise naps &a lot more concentration so got some reading done.
Day Fifteen. Aunty has a mini farm on her plot so my sister and I went to say hello to the cows before we left for Dar Es Salaam, they didn’t look impressed.
Day Fourteen. Travelled to Morogoro to visit my Aunt. This mountain made me want to put my hiking shoes on.
Day Thirteen.Mama Mdogo slaughtered a noisy rooster that gave us a rude awakening for the past two mornings. The other chickens were a tad quiet for the day. I must add that I felt so guilty eating that chicken, I don’t like seeing my food alive and clucking and then a few hours later on my plate. Mama Mdogo also made matoki,a dish that is made from bananas that can be cooked one of my favourite dishes. Hardly ever get to eat matoki in South Africa as that certain banana plant isn’t found in the city I live in. The only place I know of in SA that one can buy these bananas is at a food market in Yeoville, Johannesburg, so whenever Mom travels that way she brings some home.
Day Twelve.Took a drive from Kilombero to Mikumi, a very small town that we grew up in. The last time my brother &John saw each other they were about 6 yrs old now they’re 20.Time flies.It was lovely to sit down, catch-up on the who’s and why’s of Mikumi. Couldn’t help but wonder how very different life would have been had we not moved tp South Africa.
Day Eleven. Traveled from Dar Es Salaam to Kilombero. Cloudy with a chance of a heart attack. The bus driver was on a misson, a very speedy one at that. Narindwa
We stumbled upon a night food market while searching for a restaurant where we could have dinner. The food market had numerous Zanzibari delicacies to offer and quite the view. Narindwa
This stone sculpture at the former slave market in Zanzibar, depicts how slaves were chained and placed in the pit to be sold The sculptures display such sadness and despair which we could not even to begin to imagine. Many of the slaves were taken by force or bought from chiefs of the villages. The caravans would start out from Bagamoyo and set out to capture slaves and so return back to Bagamoyo and sail to Zanzibar where the slave market was situated . “The name Bagamoyo means ‘lay down your heart; because it was here that slaves would abandon hope of freedom.” My mind just cannot wrap around the idea of slavery. Its unbelievable to think that this actually happened, that one human being would have such disregard and disrespect for another human being. Narindwa
Whilst in Zanzibar we visited the former slave market site which later was transformed into a cathedral. Pictured are the small slave chambers that were to house 50 slaves in a space that is +- 6x6m. The slaves were left in the chambers for 3 days, no food, water or toilet and very little air entering the chambers through minute windows. Narindwa