Sommer - Chapter 03
One who has ever lived in Dar-Es-Salaam would be familiar
with the completely overcrowded and infrequent ... buses bulging with
chickens, bags of mchicha (spinach), mihogo (cassava), and mapapai
(pawpaws), and commuters from the suburban areas around Dar-Es-Salaam.
One would also be familiar with frequent water cuts which sometimes
leave areas dry for more than a week, frequent electricity blackouts,
telephones which maintain an eerie silence, inadequate parking spaces,
overflowing sewage, lack of traffic regulation, hospitals without
medicine (but with fly-infested garbage), pick-pocketing, and armed
-Dr. Joe Lugalla (1995: 96)
One dusty, sweaty day
at Pastor Albert's tailoring shop, I asked some of the refugee tailors
about seeing young men frying chicken heads and feet in pots of fat and
selling them. They ventured daily to large poultry factories to buy the
heads and feet, which they sold with salt and spices for five shillings
apiece (two cents). I mentioned that I had seen these wauzaji
(vendors) in other Dar es Salaam neighborhoods, but never in their own.
The refugees responded with pride. You cannot find that food in our
neighborhood, they all agreed, because our neighborhood is not poor. In
the poor neighborhoods, yes, they eat those foods, but never here.