. THE CONFLICT BETWEEN AZANIA AND TAMBAZA XLIII

 

 

Adeladius Makwega –
TANGA

After a week had passed, we set off for the City Office to follow up on our letters concerning the successful appeal. Indeed, when we arrived there, we found that same clerk from the City Education Officer’s office, and she handed us the letters while we signed in a small notebook.

 

I left with that letter and went to the Old Post Office, then went down toward the Indian Ocean, where there was a place where several dhows were anchored.

 

I sat down and read the letter while being caressed by the gentle breeze of the Indian Ocean.

 

I slowly opened the envelope as the wind blew strongly, like a swarm of bees passing by my ears.

 

To the parent of Adeladius Franicis Makwega,

 

With reference to your appeal letter and a copy of your arguments dated as stated, we hereby inform you that your son has won his appeal. Therefore, he is being reinstated in school, but he will be assigned to another school.

 

Copy to the Regional Commissioner of Dar es Salaam, Ditopile U. R. Mzuzuri; a second copy to the Director of Secondary Schools in Tanzania; and a third copy to the Headmaster of Tambaza Secondary School.

(Make sure you prepare his academic progress report for Form One, Form Two, and Form Three for the first term.)

 

The letter was signed by Mwl. Abdul Mbegu, Secretary of the Dar es Salaam Regional Appeals Board.

 

My dear reader, I folded it carefully and put it back into its envelope. I then left there and went to Kariakoo Market to see my aunt, who was known as Salome Makwega.

 

I explained everything to her properly, and she called the Honourable Gentleman to inform him about the victory.

 

The Honourable Gentleman gave two instructions: first, that the letter should be photocopied twice; one copy was to be delivered to him personally, and the other was to be delivered to the government lawyer, Phidelis Mwidunda (Mnyalukolo of Lilinga).

 

My aunt was quite a clerk, you know! The task was carried out immediately, and my aunt, Salome Makwega, sent a young man from Kariakoo Market to deliver the Honourable Gentleman’s copy to him.

 

My dear reader, I took the copy meant for Phidelis Mwidunda and delivered it to his home in Mtoni Mtongani, near the Twalipo camp of the Tanzania People’s Defence Force.

 

When I arrived at Mr. Mwidunda’s home, I did not find his wife. Instead, I met two young ladies. One was called Monika (Mnyalukolo), while the other was a beautiful Arusha girl.

Since I had previously visited this house when Mwidunda’s wife was there, when I had delivered my appeal copy properly, I was not a stranger that day; I was warmly welcomed by these two young ladies.

 

These two young ladies of Mwidunda were practically my own age group. Even if they had cooked for me, ahh, my dear reader, I would have eaten everything without leaving a single thing behind.

 

“Ahh, the Tambaza student has come? What brings you today? Mum has told us all your stories about the trouble you caused because of a girl. You are completely hopeless! And the girl herself is beautiful?”

 

My dear reader, I laughed as they praised me for my foolishness.

 

I laughed and said that I did not even know that girl myself. “But Mum said her name is Fausta Nguzo!”

 

I replied that yes, that was indeed her name, but I told them that I did not know her at all.

Then I told them this: “I have now won my appeal, and I am going back to school. When I leave there, I will come back to choose a wife—whether in Iringa or Arusha, one of you will be the one stationed right here at Mwidunda’s home, because he is the one who helped me win my appeal.”

 

They replied: “Do you actually know Phidelis Mwidunda, or have you merely heard about him? He does not simply give his sisters away that easily.”

 

I gave them a copy of the Board’s decision. They gave me a soda, which I drank, and afterwards I left.

As I was leaving, they said:

 

“You should keep coming to visit. Don’t win your appeal today and then stop coming.”

 

I said, “I will definitely come again. And you, Mnyalukolo, I will even come to your home in Kiwele. Isn’t that where Mwidunda’s home is?”

 

She replied:

 

“Yes. His family is from Mapinduzi, while my family is from Kiwele.”

I left, passed by Ikweta Grill, went as far as Azizi Ali, and boarded a bus to Mbagala, finally arriving home safely.

 

So, what will happen next?

This is Part XLIII of The Conflict Between Azania and Tambaza.

Wait for the next installment.

I wish you a wonderful day.

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