- published: 23 Aug 2015
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Coordinates: 6°18′25″S 34°51′14″E / 6.307°S 34.854°E / -6.307; 34.854 Tanzania, officially the United Republic of Tanzania ( /ˌtænzəˈniːə/ Swahili: Jamhuri ya Muungano wa Tanzania), is a country in East Africa bordered by Kenya and Uganda to the north, Rwanda, Burundi, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo to the west, and Zambia, Malawi, and Mozambique to the south. The country's eastern border lies on the Indian Ocean.
Tanzania is a state composed of 26 regions (mikoa), including those of the semi-autonomous region of Zanzibar. The head of state is President Jakaya Mrisho Kikwete, elected in 2005. Since 1996, the official capital of Tanzania has been Dodoma, where Parliament and some government offices are located. Between independence and 1996, the main coastal city of Dar es Salaam served as the country's political capital. Today, Dar es Salaam remains the principal commercial city of Tanzania and the de facto seat of most government institutions. It is the major seaport for the country and its landlocked neighbours.
It's eight hours later in Tanzania.
When Jen lays down
Mary's just opening her eyes.
Her child's feet land on the ground
and dirt scatters,
And she feels left out in the open,
always left out in the open.
She says, 'son, wear my shoes to school today?.
He turns and smiles and walks away,
and she thinks to herself
"Someday I will wake
where the earth is clean and safe.
My children have a place to play,
not here in Tanzania.
And someday I will live
in a house that's built by
hands that hold the world."
It's eight hours earlier in Chattanooga.
Mary sits down and Jen's just put the coffee on.
Katie Couric is talking news and fashion,
and Jen feels pushed into a corner,
always pushed into a corner, she says
'Baby I know what girls at school are like'.
And her daughter rides off on her bike,
and Jen thinks to herself
"Someday I will wake
where my children get a break,
And there are chances that they'll take,
not here in Chattanooga.
Someday I will live
in a house that's built by
hands that hold the world."
Well it's hard to be mother,
and it's hard to be a woman,
and it's hard to live in Africa sometimes.
It's hard to be mother,
and it's hard to be a woman,
and it's hard to live in America sometimes.
But someday I will wake
in a body that won't break,
On ground that doesn't shake, not here.
And someday I will live
in a house that's built by