Home is Where Stone Town Records Is

I was standing in the middle of the road wearing a sweaty tank top and a 30 liter backpack with my hand grasped in a stranger’s tight handshake. I had just been left alone in a city I had never…

Bewitched by Stone Town: Mistaken Identity & The Good Kind of Heart Ache

Has something ever made you so terribly happy that your heart began to ache? I don’t mean in the poetic sense of the word. Not a sympathetic adjective. I mean a verifiable, physical throbbing, behind your sternum and slightly to…

Paradise Found in East Zanzibar

In an air conditioned van, we hurdled down the long road that winds from the west of Zanzibar to the southeastern coast. As the journey progressed over an hour and a half, we watched as the raucous city life playing…

Fate (or whatever you call it) Brought Me To An Orphanage in Mkuranga

It was absurd, really. How fated it was. A friend of mine called it a coincidence, but I know it had to more than that… I walked into a restaurant and as a single human, dining alone, I got sat…

Lost in Translation and Found in A Tanzanian BBQ Joint

Somehow, I have the great fortune of currently living on the peninsula in the striking city of Dar es Salaam. The apartment I’m hosted in by my kind friends features a yard filled with palm trees and exotic flowers and…

I Dreamt of Africa So Hard That I Woke Up on the Tanzanian Coastline

I wake up sweating. The sun pouring through my window is new and unfamiliar and conspicuously yellow; like a child has drawn thick, waxy rays into my room with a Cornsilk Crayola crayon. The chickadees outside are putting on a…