EVEN FLOWERS KNOW THAT WATER IS USELESS WITHOUT ROOTS

<p>I sat on a mat beneath an imagined mango tree. There the happiness and sorrows of my heart found a place as stories and poetry on paper. I joined the birds flying above the tree singing Kiswahili songs that made me ululate. The tree danced from melodies of the heart gifting ample juicy fruits to sate my longings.</p><p>Meanwhile children skipped their favourite kamba game and others raced on a wooden tricycle to catch a grasshopper. Our neighbour wafted soil scent as she wetted the mud floor before sweeping it. My body adorned in a pair of kanga the breeze knew well of the nostalgia I carry.</p><p>It was not a dream. I was homesick and only writing would remedy my longings.<br />Moving away from the land you were born in alters you into a migrant and a wanderer seeking what is not fully known until experienced and missed.</p><p>This collection brings together various memories experiences and observations of my homeland Tanzania. The subjects range from natural resources love food and culture to self-pride. You will learn about the wealth and diversity of Tanzania's people culture and natural resources. This book is an ode to Tanzania and a subtle memoir by its descendant.</p><p>*****</p><p>Gloria writes about Africa in all its brilliance and beauty with a pure vision and a complete lack of cliche. Her formidable control of language brings memories rushing out of the body - with faint smells and tiny sounds - with all the subtleness of real life. Derek Workman Editor In Chief The Kalahari Review</p><p>This book of poems will surely inspire the reader to think about who they are and where they come from and be proud of their heritage. Even to those for whom poetry is not something they usually indulge in these writings are meaningful and worth a look. Lee Ann FirstEditing.com</p>