I was in London that summer when my father let slip the news of my mother’s condition to my relatives. My aunt Sadie was the only one with a phone, MACaulay 3286. ‘I don’t understand it Jerry. This is going on for years and there’s no improvement. Are the doctors over there any good?’             ‘There is nothing to be done.’             ‘Sorry? ’             ‘Nothing to be done.’ There was silence at both ends.             ‘Is it true…

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    The Africa Night dinner and dance at the residence of the Vice Chancellor, University of Dar es Salaam was in top gear as scholars, students, diplomats and other guests tucked into the barbecued chicken, potatoes, plantain and fish dinner amidst clinking of wine glasses. Laughter, light hearted jokes and merriment rented the air to the background of melodious music under the June starry night. And as the DJ later changed the disc to a popular song by…

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