Food is home

Even if you spend years overseas, one or two things will always remind you of Africa. You will miss home and you will run or wish to unburden your tired wrinkled life with the motherland’s magical beauty.
The African cuisine or food is as diverse as the people and cultures in Africa. The diversity is always found in the choice of ingredients, style of preparation and cooking. Depending on the region, the dishes can be a mix of cereal grains and beans, fruits, vegetable, fish, milk or meat from the kind of crops they farm or animal they keep

10 years ago in Perfect Health, in Law school I attended the Jessup Moot and this is the most prestigious moot in Law school.Moot court is a co-curricular activity at many law schools. Participants take part in simulated court or arbitration proceedings, usually involving drafting memorials or memoranda and participating in oral argument. We were the National representatives implying that we had to participate in the National Rounds to emerge as winners to compete. So whereas I am a creative fraud, I was a good writer in law related stuff but I think with the brain accident, I have totally become obsolete and useless but that is not for today.

A friend of ours whose mother lived in DC gave us something nice and African to take to her and this was okay since after all she would come by our Hotel. She picked us up and took us to her flat and I recall that it was on the street that the Washington Post is located because I remember seeing it. The flat had some Ugandans so we felt home a bit,meeting with a country mate thousands of miles away from home itself is priceless.

The feeling of home came with the food, it was posho(ugali) and Chicken and this was not the GMO fattened broilers. This must have been Mexican Chicken that is always taken for the hen fights. There was something indigenous about the Chicken and for once I felt like I was home. There is something different when you taste ‘local’ food from home. I know many Ugandans abroad who cook local pancakes just to keep,’home ‘. Beaten by the weather and all that, the finest meal I had in Washington DC was the Posho and Chicken. Food is indeed home.