We’re becoming fascists; I blame it on our cancerous ‘nationalism’

An alleyway in Zanzibar's Stone Town

An alleyway in Zanzibar's Stone Town. The Union with Zanzibar remains restless, albeit quietly. We all remember the guns in Stone Town.

Some people cook their ugali soft. Not even sticky because of cassava flour, but tasteless, white, generic flour cooked to the consistency of a pap. And we talk about the “culture and values of all Tanzanians”? Mweh.

What is the point of such diversity in people and nature, such beauty and tragedy all at once if we are going to lie to ourselves and say that we have one point of view, one set of national beliefs? We can’t even cook alike!