A celebration of cultures – food fest

Cravings for local dishes intensify when one is away from home. The aromas and tastes present a form of security, a familiarity, a remembrance of place.

When a meal is shared guards vanish, there’s an understanding – a shared experience. A semblance of unity among people from different tribes and tongues. This probably explains why there was hardly any elbow room at the office celebration of cultures this afternoon. Finger foods from over 50 countries and yet people would not let up. They pushed a little, shoved a little and some just didn’t give way at all. “You can’t fall in this place” one Italian lady said.

Naturally I gravitated towards the Africa corner. On the way I got distracted by what looked like posho. I was like “now! now! Posho without sauce? How exactly does this work?” Turns out it was a Peru rice cake – sweet like this. I said ok! Moving on.

I arrived at the Kenya – Ugandan border and yass! Chapati, nyama, greens and Tusker. Kenya 🇰🇪 + Uganda 🇺🇬 solidarity was the real deal.

I turned slightly and my eyes landed on a tray of mandazi. I had arrived. Now I could just clear some space under the stairs and settle because good life!
The mandazi was from the Ghana 🇬🇭 stall. It’s called puff-puff not mandazi. It tastes the same.

Now it was East Africa + West Africa solidarity.
What the scramble and partition didn’t do!! Anyways tisoke kasta as we have seen the lines around food are invisible.