When I was a little boy growing up in Nairobi there used to be shops and sometimes it would be traveling merchants who used to sell us motutu.
Motutu was rejects from biscuit companies. During the process of making biscuits a breakdown of the process makes some of them get thrown out as rejects. So when they swept the floors at the end of the day the rejects which mostly were broken biscuits of different types (Nice, Britannia, Marie biscuits etc etc) would be put in gunias to be sold or given to pig farmers. The buyers of those rejects would turn around and sell them to shops in Eastlands and we children loved buying them because for about Kshs 3 you would get all different types of biscuits. Some salty, some sugar coated, some tasted creamy etc
My mother had tried very hard to stop us from eating that garbage but we wouldn’t listen because all other children ate them.
At other times some of the most adventurous kids would go to industrial area and go to the chewing gum factories and try to find chewing gum rejects. One time some friends came back with an Orbit gum the size of an avocado. I once saw a Big G the size of a baby’s head.
Some of the things Nairobi children eat when their parents are not looking can shock you.
True, this is very shocking.
Did you ever eat motutu?
Those of us who grew up in the village only ate wild fruits, wild roots, birds, squirrels, hares and antelopes. I see people buying Mukombela in Nairobi and I just laugh, we used to eat those roots for fun when we were kids.
Raising children in the ghetto is not an easy thing. How I made it to adulthood is nothing short of a miracle.
Mukombela ni nini?
You have not lived if you’ve not roasted this guy down here when grazing (that is for us rural boys). you roasted it on hot coals and once done you pulled off the head so gently so it came off with the entire alimentary canal. yummy.
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We used to hunt dikdiks(a small antelope) huko muranga
No I never ate desert locust. From books that I’ve read, they’re loaded with good proteins.
What I ate from my Luhya friends home is nguya (flying termites)
Mukombela?..
Don’t tell us you’re still up!
:D:D:D:D:D
Chiswa.
What you hear often referred to as Mukombero.
I would find other boys roasting it and steal from them.Gitarariiki was sweet.But am not an octogenarian like you.
Don’t worry, you’ll be one day.
How did you manage to be like that.Insulted and still maintain your cool.I am still wondering how I can get @johntez addi gaza msafi nimchape mangumi kibao juu ya kunitukana hapa ktalk.Does that come with age ama it is in-borne
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Raising children in the ghetto is not an easy thing. How I made it to adulthood is nothing short of a miracle.
Mukombela ni nini?
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I had the privilege to enjoy both village life and town life as a boy. So I ate biscuits from Indian temples, bought reject breads from bread factories, went for hunting expedition with village boys, roasted locusts, fished from rivers etc…life was good. Now that my son must also enjoy these privileges,I am really thinking hard on which neighborhood to move to!
these words are of great help if you think about them
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I read them only when am sad,they never change a thing.
Also try to understand why that person has chosen to hurt you; if he feels better by hurting others then understand him and pray for him to heal inside so that he finds the need to hurt others no more.
I think am still at the stage of playing the mind game.I hope that of perserverance,patience and understanding comes soon