Louder Than Swahili is pissed off by the phenomenon of exclusive clubs in Bongo:
A personal, favorite mantra is to hate the Dar Es Salaam Yacht Club (but not enough to stay away if invited). Basically I’m against the idea that a certain group of people can decide who else they’ll allow access to its premises through procedures which are too conservative for my liking.
Besides, if you end up finally becoming a fully granted member, you have to spend every f***ing single night in the rest of your Dar Es Salaam residency life there among all the other sun-dried wazungu in order to benefit from your membership fee.
I could go on & on about this phenomenon, but it wasn’t the intentional plan for this post.
I am, however, wondering why many wazungu in Dar Es Salaam never go anywhere else, but in circles on Msasani, the most expensive area in Dar Es Salaam, also called the Peninsula. Nice area, but also such a diluted version of what Dar Es Salaam really is.