I WAS SPOILT AT MKWAWA HIGH SCHOOL
Nothing could have prepared me, a 14-year-old Ilona native, for the modern world that welcomed me when I arrived at Mkwawa High School in Iringa in 1968. I had grown up in the Southern Highlands, where water came from village wells and mountain streams and homes depended on kitchen fires, ‘karohola’, kerosene lanterns and pressure…
