Dar es Salaam. It is 6:00am in Dar es Salaam. The streets are buzzing. Hawkers line the pavements, commuters rush toward bus stops, and schoolchildren—dressed in brown, green, blue, and white uniforms—stand huddled in small groups, eyes darting toward every approaching minibus.
However, when the daladala finally screeches to a stop, the conductor swings open the door and yells, “Hatubebi wanafunzi!”—We don’t carry students! And just like that, the bus moves on, leaving the students behind.
