Built in 1930, this striking building on Mosque Street was a major centre of activity for the Khoja Ismaili community up to the 1960s along with the Aga Khan Library built in 1934, and Aga Khan Girl’s School in 1935.
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It’s unlikely you will ever be further than a few metres from a plastic chair in Dar. Plastic chairs never die. They can be sewn together with wire, stuck together with remnants of advertising stickers, stacked in multiples to compensate for their broken limbs, tied to tree trunks, balanced on rocks, logs and any other solid objects that provide the requisite support for a gentle snooze, a cold drink on the street corner or an animated debate with friends.
After using evasive artistic license for a while, I finally relented to portraying NHC pink. In fact it almost suits this curvaceous building on the corner of Jamhuri and Mwisho street.
Built in 1949 by the Punja family, this used to be the Sun and Sands Hotel. Currently a fetching shade of NHC coral pink and inhabited by Selander Bridge Police, it is a stunning landmark of Dar.
Dar’s street vendors make for some wonderfully surreal moments … I nearly fell off my bike when i passed this guy and his soft toy collection on Ohio street.
keep an eye out for this stunning building on Bibi Titi Mohammed Road almost opposite the Uhuru Torch monument in Mnazi Mmoja
This lovely three storey building stands on Aggrey Street – named after Dr Kwegyir Aggrey (1875-1927) a missionary from the Gold Coast (now Ghana) who taught emancipation through education and advised the Tanganyika colonial government.
I cycled past my old house yesterday, now reduced to another national housing pile of rubble. A sorry pile of broken bricks and a mess of wires, like dead snakes that were too slow to escape. Another home of memories now removed from the physical to the abstract.
But for now i remember the terracotta tiles beneath my feet, the frangipani view from the tiny balcony, the accumulated cutlery of past tenants, the rusty ceiling fan’s squeak, the erratic lights in the hallway, the intricate shapes formed by peeling paint and my gorgeously cool mornings insulated by thick old walls and doors.
I don’t even have a photo of the place, but at least the fabulous sign just down the road survives…