Penda

I don’t have too many memories of Tanzania but I do remember the soldiers and their guns. Brave smiles when we walked past them. Hushed conversations between the adults. My family’s migration was later than the first political evictions in Uganda and perhaps less brutal based on the stories I’ve heard from my elders and friends. But it was brutal nonetheless. The climate for Indians suddenly became quite hostile with restrictions on trade and curfews imposed. Random house checks at the whim