My name is Perviz Walji. I am originally from Tanzania. Although I left the country many decades ago, the memories of my childhood and young adulthood still cling to my mind, refusing to let go. In an effort to relive my past, I recently visited Tanzania and Kenya. I wanted to hear the cry of the rooster at dawn, the call of the hawkers selling their wares in early mornings, the sound of wet clothes being pounded in backyards of homes in late mornings. I longed to listen to the voices of neighbors from across backyard fences. In a futile attempt, I hearkened for the sound of the drumbeat of the town crier.
But alas, those sounds had disappeared. Change had come over East Africa. My world, that I held so dear in my mind, had disappeared. The sounds and the sights that I knew so well, and that were part of my mental landscape had faded.
via Africa’s Fading Echoes by Perviz Walji | eastafricanfiction.
http://www.amazon.com/Africas-Fading-Echoes-Enigmatic-Continent
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