The Magic of Twasalie Village
Twasalie, a village at the end of the world, in the Rufiji River Delta, to reach only by a several hour long boat trip, and another hour of walk; There is laughter until late in the night. The women take me away from the men and show me their small mud hut, where they run a little café place, renovating it step by step, and adding new mud on the construction made of mangrove sticks and liana branches. Early in the morning, a hundred cocks are crying. Women in colorful Kanga wraps enjoy to be pictured – a rare exception in Tanzania. In one part of the village, the CCM flag, the majority party, is fluttering in the wind, in the other the CUF flag, the main opposition party, equally peaceful fluttering in the wind. Heated discussions end up in laughter. Men and women sit for hours on hard benches and in the sand under a huge mango tree, waiting, with careful attention to their clothes not to make them dirty. Patience, endless, and modesty; And always the good will that remains.
Twasalie, a village at the end of the world, in the Rufiji River Delta, to reach only by a several hour long boat trip, and another hour of walk; There is laughter until late in the night. The women take me away from the men and show me their small mud hut, where they run a little café place, renovating it step by step, and adding new mud on the construction made of mangrove sticks and liana branches. Early in the morning, a hundred cocks are crying. Women in colorful Kanga wraps enjoy to be pictured – a rare exception in Tanzania. In one part of the village, the CCM flag, the majority party, is fluttering in the wind, in the other the CUF flag, the main opposition party, equally peaceful fluttering in the wind. Heated discussions end up in laughter. Men and women sit for hours on hard benches and in the sand under a huge mango tree, waiting, with careful attention to their clothes not to make them dirty. Patience, endless, and modesty; And always the good will that remains.
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