I was asked by emel magazine's Lifestyle editor Fatema Zehra to write for a section of the magazine called Food from my Childhood. The issue was just published and here's what I wrote:
Every time I return to Dar es Salaam, Tanzania, my senses
are reinvigorated, my palate hungry with anticipation. Although I only lived
there for two years – and that when I was only three – I don’t think I can ever
forget the land. For me, Dar es Salaam has always been a place of happy
memories. I remember how I would run down the 147-odd stairs (I might have
counted…) from my grandparents’ apartment and towards the street sellers. I
knew exactly what I wanted, and they would have it ready, expecting my arrival.
My choice of fruit? Keri, a raw and,
more importantly, sour mango peppered with chilli pepper and lemon. I would
have a limit on the number I could eat per week, leaving a dejected version of
me upset that my throat couldn’t handle the utter sourness.
Fortunately, Dar es Salaam has plenty more to offer. I
remember the trips we would take to Oyster Bay, then a buzzing market with a
plethora of sellers; our car would be crowded with vendors the moment we opened
the door: amongst a large number of goodies were barbequed corn on the cob, fresh
coconut juice (madafu), banana crisps
and my favourite of the lot would always be the fried cassava chips. You
haven’t tasted cassava chips until you eat them immediately after they have been
fried; steaming hot but you don't stop eating because they’re just too good.
I’m almost sure the Pringles creative team had just eaten these when they
thought of their slogan: Once you pop,
you can’t stop.
Finally, there was the time we spent at the beach. Huddled away
far from the depths of the city is Kunduchi beach. Having to follow a path made
of sand for half the journey made for a bumpy ride but it was never a tiresome
one. When we had arrived, my grandfather would shout: Ame pooonchi, ponchi ponchi pooonchi. Before I rushed out towards
the glorious beach, I would collect little fruits from the floor, when the tree
was still alive, and look forward to eating them later; the skin, a
creamy-brown colour, would give a slightly bitter taste while the inside, a
deep purple, would be delightfully sweet. And then I would go and eat some
blackberries. I don’t think I’ve salivated this much in a while…



