Moja, mbili, tatu

1, 2, 3 in Kiswahili.

I’m going to have to crack on with Swahili as Tanzania is unlike its neighbour Kenya in that English has not remained a pivotal language throughout the country. The traffic was quite snared up on journeys to and from the office so driver Samwell taught me 1 to 5 in the morning on the way, and 6 to 10 on the return. Swahili seems quite simple phonetically, and I have been in contact with a potential teacher, Yusuf, recommended by a friend who was in Tanzania for his PhD. Yusuf has big shoes to fill after my Portuguese teacher, Ilídio. Yes, overall I think I’ll enjoy this Swahili lark.

I appear to have stopped biting my nails for the first time in forever, so something is going favourably in the deep recesses of my brain.