I met the oldest man of Stone Town. He is small and lanky, with big ears and a deep voice. However in his narrations he is sporty, bold as brass and a real womazier. He goes by the name of ‘Father Ali’ and is 97 years old. Accompanied by his sympathic and still vital laugh he shared a Zanzibar of times long gone from a view of a young man who lets all the girls melting away because of his good look and various knowledge of foreign languages, which he snapped up from the soldiers of all the unknown cultures he met on the streets.

His great-granddaughter sits right next to him and eavesdrops his lively stories eversince she can remember. Although she will never know how much phantasy is mixed in his narratives, she still listens attentively and they will ever put a big smile on her lips.

Sitting in front of his house he is inviting all the neighbours to listen and to laugh together. He is always interrupting himself to flirt with passing woman, whether young or old, and he managed to make them smile again and yet again as long as I stayed. I Hope he will continue to do so and live happily ever after…