July 13, 1915.
Dar es Salaam city.
Today, Dar es Salaam city was clearly different from usual. Every department of the Municipal Government had begun organizing personnel to conduct a unified inspection across the city, covering sanitation, traffic, public security, and other issues.
East African traffic police had taken up their posts one after another, launching a comprehensive crackdown on traffic chaos such as illegal parking, unlicensed taxis, drunk driving, speeding, and running red lights.
The Police Department conducted orderly patrols through every neighborhood, cracking down on all kinds of illegal and criminal activities.
The commerce and industry departments carried out targeted inspections of the sanitation, production, and business activities of shops on both sides of the streets.
Firefighters, urban management personnel, and other departments had also begun standardizing and rectifying various safety hazards throughout the city, as well as street stalls.
Lighthouse Road.
"Officer Chris, is something major happening today? I've seen quite a few civil servants out on the streets, going door to door and carrying out all kinds of work. Is the Municipal Government making some big move?"
Chris was an ordinary police officer at the Lighthouse Road precinct, and the person who stopped him to ask was none other than his neighbor, Edson.
In East Africans' eyes, the police were not frightening figures at all. Instead, they were public servants who "served the people." That was the direct reason Edson dared to approach Chris so openly. Of course, the fact that they knew each other also played a part.
After all, East African police were only responsible for public security and convenient public services. Other tasks likely to stir up disputes and conflicts were handled by departments such as commerce and industry and urban management.
Urban management personnel in particular were practically "demons" in the eyes