CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ELLA
Of all the memories I have of my late mother, my most cherished one was of her scrumptious cooking and her childhood in Kenya with her single mum before she died and mum ended up in an understaffed orphanage with the worst living conditions. I didn’t know grandma but mum’s stories of her, brought her to life. As she would recite over and over, grandma was quite the storyteller and equipped mum with all the cooking skills she possessed. Mum’s favorite dish, Ugali accompanied with veggies and Nyama Choma, has admittedly been sitting on my mind for as long as I can remember but I live in Silver Crest falls. There is no Swahili restaurant. What I did not anticipate when I decided to walk into the storage room today however, was mum’s handwritten cookbook.
So here I’m
