In November, I found myself far from Tanzania, spending a few weeks abroad. The highlight of my trip was a joyful birthday celebration, with friends singing in English, French, and Ukrainian—a reminder to cherish the little victories in life. Yet, while I was enjoying this moment, I was aware of missing the opportunity to vote in the local government elections back home.
I had made sure to register, as I always do. Voting is non-negotiable for me. As a voter, I never wilfully miss an election. Even if it is by one vote, I am not going to allow sinister forces to take control of my nation without my say. But this time, duty called elsewhere. I followed the elections from afar, only to find the news deeply unsettling.
