I cast my first vote in 2000. A few months earlier, I had finished my A-levels and returned to a Bible college somewhere in Arusha, to complete a diploma program I’d begun years before.
There were no buses, so that Sunday morning, I walked six kilometres to the main road, boarded a kifodi to Kijenge, and proudly cast my ballot. Voting felt sacred—a civic duty I was determined to fulfil.
