On your way to Arusha, right after Longido, you'll find an old Maasai woman by the roadside. You'll come to a halt & shout, "yeyo, takwenya". She'll say, "iko" & rush to you, bananas in hand. Buy them. She'll say "Ashenale" & spit on the ground. She is blessing the road for you.
After the encounter, you will feel anew. Like a weight has been lifted off you. You'll be tempted to speed up, but the soft wind in your face will hold you back. You will open your phone, & connect it to the car. Play this song. You won't need another.
Before Habari Maalum, you will branch to the right. Up ahead, you will find a mountain. They call it Kilimamoto. Inside it, you will find a crater with lush pasture. It is here that I first made love to Asha Omari - the love of my life. With the sky right above us. Oh! Asha...
You should not stay there too long. Night comes too soon when you are enchanted. You'll hit the road again & drive to Ngaramtoni. There used to be tall trees lining that road. But they chopped them off. And those fields were full of wheat. It was not always dusty. I promise!
Go on. Well past Ngarenaro, all the way to Kisongo. Here you will find my school - where I fell in love again, with a beautiful white girl. Bethany Brown with silky hair. We lived many lives, kissing away in the night. Behind the tuition block. Where do the good times go?
Pass by Njiro on your way back. Greet Elihuruma's father. & mother. Tell them I'm sorry. I never came to bury my friend. I was too heartbroken. Too afraid, I wouldn't stop crying & soil his memory. He left for Mbugani to mine Tanzanite. But came back a corpse. I pray for them.
As you come back, bring me the big red onions. And matopetope. Carry alizeti. And At kilombero, you will find big white cassava. Say to the seller, "naomba niwekee mihogo ya buku jero". Then ask for malboro. She'll give you a green plastic back. Do not stop until you're here.

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