January Makamba
July 29, 2013
In 2004, I was working in the
Ministry of Foreign Affairs, in the Department of Africa and Middle East
(before it was divided into two departments) as Foreign Service Officer II. I
was an eager civil servant – often taking initiative to write unsolicited and
unassigned analyses about what is going on in Africa and the Middle East. When
I got a wind that our Minister intends to run for President, I took upon myself
(with a mix of naiveté, graduate-student idealism and a bit of courage) to
write to him about how he should organize his campaign. I wrote an analysis,
put together a campaign organizational chart and so forth. Then I forgot about
it and went on about my work.
One day, the Permanent
Secretary in the Ministry, back then Mr. Philemon Luhanjo, who would later
become Chief Secretary, called me to tell me that the Minister wants to see me
in Arusha (he was travelling to Arusha for East Africa Community meetings). My
heart pounced. I took a flight to Arusha and, upon landing, I attended with him
the East African Legislative Assembly meeting (and got to see Hon. Harrison
Mwakyembe, back then EALA Member, perform on the floor of the Assembly).
Later in the evening, I had a
meeting with him. He brought out the papers I wrote and asked me to do a
presentation for him. I was very nervous. It was easier to write than to talk
about what you have written. Nevertheless, I braved the nervousness, and did my
best. He liked what I had put forth.
I was then asked to take a
leave of absence from civil service and join his campaign as a campaign aide. I
was extremely thrilled.
My main task during the
campaign was to accompany him throughout the country, write statements and
speeches, organize his correspondences, contribute in strategy, serve as
sounding board, do research and so forth. We were only two assistants. I found
myself carrying an office in my bag – a laptop and printer, which became
battered after the trail in every corner of Tanzania.
It was such a rewarding
experience and I cannot be grateful enough to the President for the
opportunity. I got to see EVERY corner
of my country. Even more, I got to learn about the challenges we face as a
country (one of my roles was to prepare background notes for every rally that
the president did. This involved summarizing local issues in ALL of districts
of Tanzania so that whenever he speaks, he touches major national themes but
also local issues where the rallies were taking place – for instance, if you
are in Maswa, you need to mention cotton, cotton ginneries and cotton buyers
and how they ought to provide correct weights for farmers’ cotton that they
bring there). So, sleep time was work time for me. And I fully enjoyed it.
After the election, the
President appointed me as one of his aides. I was sworn-in the cabinet room,
during the cabinet meeting, in front of all Ministers. But my work had started
even before the election: to participate in preparing his first major speech in
the Parliament. The speech was written over time, during the trail, in
evenings, where he would speak aloud his vision and I would take notes and
share them with others who participated in the speechwriting, and we would
fashion together a draft.
We decided that he would use
the teleprompter for the speech – the first time ever in Tanzania. Almost
everyone in the team was against it but the President was keen. So, on the big
day, I went and set up the teleprompter in the Parliament (the old chamber back
then). Almost nobody knew what it was. Many people in the team thought that the
President was ill-advised to use it. What if it gets stuck? What if something
goes wrong? The whole country was watching. Pressure was on me as a champion of
teleprompter. But we had a contingency plan, including a hard copy of the
speech at the podium. The President was ready. And he delivered a masterpiece.
After the speech, as a
custom, one Member of Parliament would give a vote of thanks. This time it was
Hon. John Momose Cheyo from Bariadi. In his statement, he said he was gratified
that the President talked to the nation – from the heart – for 90 minutes
without reading. I slept like a baby on that day.