While living in Dar es Salaam, I had a problem sending my mother a gift. There were beautiful fabrics (kitenge) but she didn’t sew; there were loads of books, but my mother wasn’t much of a reader.
Finally, I stumbled upon tins of Tanzanian coffee grown around Arusha near Mt Kilimanjaro. The container was decorated with giraffes with a space down the bottom where I filled in the address and off it went. Continue reading A Tanzanian treasure rediscovered