Sisi Magazine

SISI
Family magazine
August 2018
“I think I like it here.” Dr Terentius
on the small farm at Mlowo
“My best friend is
also a princess!”
Princess Juliana
Under lock and key
Omw. Liberatus
Ethan,the Crown Prince of
Wakanda with his Mama
Queen Charlotte
The future has already
begun. Mowgli (aka Collin)
studying complex algebra.

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SISI family magazine
August 2018
The Editor’s Opinion
W elcome to the August issue of SISI
family magazine. This is a publication that comes out once each month.
Members of the clan contribute articles and pictures about various issues.
The topics are diverse, interesting, educational and fun.
Who are the “clan”? They are a group of people tied by genealogy or friendship
contributing content for the magazine. At present, the group consists of
a few individuals but we hope that in time it will grow to be much larger.
So sit back and have fun. Be free to comment and participate on any aspect of
the magazine. We have stories., articles. and lots of pictures.
The email address of this endeavor is sisimagazine33@gmail.com where you
can send the comments and articles to be included in the next issue. Please
send lots of pictures that show us the life you are experiencing.
We will try to avoid issues that might lead to disharmony. Otherwise, welcome
and we hope you will enjoy and support this endeavour.
The Dark Knight-Dr Terentius
Content
1. Prince of Wakanda: Cover Photo
2. Editor’s Opinion
3. Under lock and key: Remand prison
experience
4. My best friend is also a princess.
5. The Coins: A story
6. Can you relate: Sisterly Bonds
7. The Garden at Mlowo: life after
employment
Cover Photo
The youngest member of the Royal
Clan is Crown Prince Ethan Joel
Ndaki, born on Dec 1, 2017. At present
he weighs 11.1 kg, and is practicing
crawling.
His mother is Queen Charlotte who is
studying to be a Pharmacist at St
John’s University, Dodoma City.

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My best friend is also a Princess
August 1: There are lots of challenges that my friend and I face at school but we
always try to make fun out of them. And it always works like a charm, giving us
the courage of starting over and over again. This day, we were so worried being
the first to be assessed for the fitting of the prostheses we had made. Unexpectedly,
they both fitted the patient well and this made our day splendid!
I know how it feels being a princess, I don’t need to be told
or learn about it, I just feel it. My life may not be a fairy tale
but at least I got the chance to be the daughter of whom I
find the king, that’s my dad. So far I’ve never found the
right word to give to a person who is so loving, a best
friend, genius, funny, imaginative, creative, daring, and yet
I call him papa. Boom! I am so damn lucky!
I call him papa.
Boom! I am so damn
lucky!
Feeling tired after working
with machines for quite some
time. So I decided to
chillax for a while.
2016
Constructing Prosthetics at KCMC
Princess Juliana and Princess
Happy are student prosthetists
and orthotists Their learning includes
providing artificial replacements
for patients who have
missing limbs and correcting of
deformities in people’s muscles
or bones. After studies, they enjoy
living.
WHERE is this place, Princess?
Ice cream at Mansfield

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The Coins
by Dr Terentius
A lady narrated to me something that happened to her recently. She said:
The other day, as I was walking along the streets near Magomeni, I came across a
young girl of about five. She was dressed in a dirty brown dress and had sandals on her
feet. She was crying and tears rolled down her cheeks. I stopped and asked the girl
what the matter was. She looked up at me and explained. Her mother had given her
two five hundred shillings coins.
“Go to the stalls. With this money buy some tomatoes,” her mother had said, giving
her the first coin. “And with this,” giving her the second coin, “buy a bunch of onions.”
The girl said that, as she was crossing the road, a motorcycle had missed her by inches,
and in the commotion she had dropped the coins. I held the girl’s hand and reassured
her. As I was reaching into my purse, the girl continued her tale.
“I picked up the two coins, and now I cannot tell which coin is for the tomatoes and which one is for the onions.
They all look the same to me!”
The girl opened her palm and showed me the two dust splattered coins.
“Let me see,” I told the girl. “Put one coin in each palm”. She did so. I looked at the coins carefully and selected
the one on the left palm, saying, “This one here, is definitely for the tomatoes. The other coin is for the
onions.”
The girl looked onto my eyes, her eyes screwed up with worry. “Are you sure, ma’am! My mother will scold me
if I do not come with the vegetables. Can you come with me to the stalls?”
I looked at my watch. I wanted to buy some spare parts for my sewing machine and I had already wasted
enough time with this foolish young lady. But my inner heart said silently to me, “Please, it’s just a minute.”
I asked the girl where the stalls were, and the girl pointed with her small hand. We walked together to the
stalls. I told the girl to give the seller the coin in her left hand. She did so saying, “Please, can I have some tomatoes?”
The seller took the money without any comment and placed the tomatoes in a plastic bag and gave it the girl.
The girl looked very relieved that the seller had accepted the money. She gave him the other coin and was
given the onions. She smiled at me and said, “Thank you ma’am, I am going home.”
I said, “Wait!” I bought her a lollipop, patted her on the head and she ran with her little feet towards wherever
she had come from. I smiled and continued with my life, thanking God that a beautiful young girl had made
my day.
PLAY SUDOKU: The goal of sudoku is simple: fill in the numbers 1-9 exactly once in every row, column, and 3x3 region.
For example, look at the solved version below on the left. Notice that every row, column and 3x3 region contain every number
from 1-9 exactly once.
Try out this one. The solution will be provided
in the September Issue of Sisi
Magazine
Mowgli (aka Collin)

Sisters who Relate
by Lady Koku
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The Ugly Dress
You buy a new dress and that young sister of yours says what an ugly
dress? Where are you going to wear that? And that color looks 90’s.
The next day you bring the dress home and someone is idiotically giggling, hey
sissy! Can I wear the new dress you bought? I have a friends’ day out and I have
nothing to wear? CAN YOU RELATE?
Another version of her. She likes every cloth you own. You are her display. Everything
you own is what she wants. You automatically become her delivery man. Your
duty is to go buy a dress you like and when you come home she is there like give it
to me give it to me I am going to refund you. WHAT TYPE IS YOUR BABY SIS-
TER?
Crazy over clothes, you take care of my shoes.
There is always that one person who spends only on clothes. She has ten dozens
of dresses and a single pair of green shoes. Now she wants to go out and she comes like…can I borrow
your black shoes? Mine don’t match with the dress. Seriously? To whom do your feet belong? Aren’t you
the same person that owns that trunk? Dear sister, at least go buy a black pair of leather shoes. They
will serve you on every occasion. WHO CAN RELATE?
Ask him for some dough.
Ever found yourself talking to this guy and he sounds small money isn’t a big deal? You then want to try
him but your scared he will downgrade you? Thank God, my sister is around. She says what are you
scared about? Let me do it. She takes your phone and texts and the text is delivered. Done! I am like so
you think you have helped me? Will he know it’s you and not me? Give back my phone. And before you
finish writing another text saying I am sorry it was my little sister boooom! Message from TIGOPESA.
Dear sissy, you did not want that money from the start, give it to the little one. CAN YOU RELATE?
AROLA! Son of Lord Alpha and Lady Koku
14 month old Prince Arola is
jolly and curious about the
world. Watch out for him in
the September issue!

Three Days under Lock and Key
It was noon of 13 th December 2016. After a long
stay at PCCB offices, the state attorney asked us
to be prepared as we are heading to court. The
heart started beating fast, so I had to tell myself
‘All is well’. I dialed the numbers of Brother Jose and Prosper so they prepare
documents for application for bail. In a grey pickup truck I sat at the center of
back seat with my fellow accused.
By Omwami Liberatus
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We arrived at the court in ten minutes and were detained in custody. It was a
small room, the dirtiest I have ever seen. We were about thirty in that room. One
hour afterwards, cops brought us before the magistrate. We denied all the counts
pronounced against us. Turning around, the court room was surrounded by cameras.
The magistrate stated the conditions of granting bail, I failed to meet them
because Prosper wasn’t a government employee. I was taken by cops to board a
prison car to be remanded. About seven cops with guns boarded the car and ordered
me with others to sit on the floor, the journey started.
I couldn’t see anything on the way. We were dropped at a compound of the size
of a football pitch. Ahead I could see on top of the huge door the words,
“GEREZA LA MAHABUSU LA SEGEREA”. There were dozens of prison officers bearing guns pro tecting the
fortified compound. Cops ordered us to take off our clothes, shoes and to squat down. One man in his sixties
asked if he should also take off his clothes. He was slapped hard. After a short while, we were ordered to take
a bucket and a bowl of water each. In five minutes the bucket had to contain dung. Those who failed were
beaten. I had eaten nothing since morning thus failed. When the prefect named Dullah came to me, I asked
him to be my brother in jail and I will be his after being discharged. He laughed, gave me the high five and
asked me to go to line up for roll call. Still naked the corps took roll call and read prison rules. I was allocated
to a cell famously known as Panya road. The inmates were teens by majority, they started shouting at me uttering
offensive expletives; I knew this was common for every new inmate.
Dullah warned me neither to speak to anyone nor to accept any favour from the guys as nothing goes for
nothing. We were about one hundred in that cell. The number was by far more than its accommodation capacity,
but this was common in all Decembers. Cops usually confine those suspected and common offenders in
cell before Christmas and New Year eve. At 1600 Hrs the bell for sleep rang. The Brother gave me a six liters
bottle half filled with water. It was not drinking water as I thought, but a pillow. I was nicknamed Bonge is the
dormitory not because I was too fat but because the rest were slim. Two inch mattresses covered the floor,
they smelt sweat, urine and stool. It was a sleepless night for new inmates including me, but the experienced
were snorting by 2000 Hrs. At 0400 Hrs, it was a time to wake up and take roll call and brush our teeth. The
taste of water was like a mixture of water, lemon, soup, urine, chikanda and salt. We were guaranteed its
safety not its taste. All works, including preparation of breakfast, chopping firewood and sanitation were done
by convicted prisoners. We took porridge as our breakfast which reminded me life at Kaengesa Secondary
School. It was quiet good.
At one time I met with Dullah and started chatting. He showed me about four guys who turned to be gays in
prison. He pointed to me one prisoner who was so cool having girlish face. He said a book isn’t judged by its
cover, he was the most dangerous person in this compound. It is said he kills anyone who shares a room with
him, therefore he has a special room of his own. I was shown inmates at the upper floor, they were waiting to
be executed after being given death sentences. Distinguished from other prisoners, they were exempted from
doing any work. No one knew when they would be executed, some had already spent more than thirty years
in jail. He told me two inmates passed away yesterday. Sometime last year, there was an outbreak of cholera
which led to death of dozens of inmates. I asked him why latrines are so occupied every time. He responded
that the place served as a flour market (cocaine) and a call center.
About his matter, he was a soldier accused of armed robbery. He has been in
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Three Days under Lock and Key (from Page 6) cell for three years and his case isn’t bailable. He
learned that though all jobs have challenges, being a prison officer is more involving. All the time you have to
deal with gangsters, terrorists, murderers, drug dealers etc. These persons are dangerous not only in cell but
also for the network they have out of cell. He insisted me to supply him with drinking water after being discharged,
it is the most basic need everyone wishes from the outside. A second day passed without I being
discharged, I didn’t know why.
With help of Dullah, I was allocated to another cell special for Christians only. We were allowed to pray and
practice a moot court up to 2100 Hrs. We sang gospel songs and discussed bible verses. Thereafter one person
acted as a judge, one as a prosecutor, one as an accused and the rest as an audience. The real case
facing an accused was demonstrated before this court. Finally members contributed on how the accused
should improve defending his case. On the morning of the third day I heard one prefect passing around the
yard calling Beatus Tetius. Dullah asked if that wasn’t my name. After telling him my full name, he said that
could be you only that it has been mispronounced. After cross checking I found it was me. He believed I was
going to be discharged thus prayed that I keep my promise.
I was directed to administration office, found corps full of stars on their shoulders staring at me so hard. I was
surprised to be asked why have I stayed for three days in jail. One commander questioned if I know the guy
about ten meters from us. I had never seen him before. “No inmate is allowed to come into this office, but today
you are the exception”, one commander said. They left me with the guy. He told me that I was going to be
discharged and the person behind all this move was the officer in charge. I asked who he was, he simply answered,
‘Ask your sister”. Thereafter, I signed the discharge documents and I was taken to court for the processing
of bail. I was discharged on 16 th December.
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The small farm at Mlowo
Dr Terentius
In a few months time, I will reach the age of sixty and hence commence
my retirement from public service. I have been a civil servant for 38
years and it is time to hang up my boots.
We have a three acre farm at Mlowo, a small town 53 kilometers from Mbeya on the road
to Tunduma. That is where I intend to spend my years as a senior citizen.
We have built a small dwelling on the plot. We planted various
crops, including bananas, sweet potatoes and beans.
We also have underground water reservoirs constructed.
We have also cultivated vegetables and fruits.
Quite a number of things did not turn out as we had expected. We count this as
learning experience, and we hope to improve in the next planting season.
We need to invest in compost manure. We also need to select crops that are economically viable, whose output
compensates the cost of input and labour.
We also need someone to stay permanently on the farm, to do husbandry on day to day basis. Although some
aspects of the farm cannot yet be counted as success, we still have great hope
on the potential of the farm.
Bean harvest was much
lower than we expected
We imagine how it will be, when the farm is populated
with banana, pawpaw and other fruit trees. We
imagine the blue sky, the
quietness, the peace and the
space. We imagine a lot.,
maybe too much.
Wanhoo three wheeler
The sweet potatoes
flourished, yet the tubers
were small.
Bitter tomatoes
Veggies have a very low
market price at Mlowo
Food prepared from farm
produce
We intend to keep ducks,
chicken, doves, rabbits,
bees and fish. But these
are just plans. We hope
they will be implemented
when we move to the place
Making water reservoirs
Foot pump for irrigation
and transfer or water from
tanks.
We are looking forward to begin the next
episode in our lives. We know that it will be
a challenge and an adventure. Whatever is
in store for us, we are ready!

SISI
Family magazine
August 2018
Look out for the September issue