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Patricia Kihoro
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WENDY WATTA
Growing up, I picked up a lot of things from my
mother and for that I am forever grateful. The
one thing I didn’t learn from her, however, was
how to cook. It’s not that she couldn’t, it’s just
that my dad spent more time in the kitchen
than the entire family combined. His prowess
and passion for cooking ran so deep that it
was only natural that my passion for enjoying
a good meal would follow suit. Because of
mum, however, I am great at creating optimum
conversation and ambience while the kitchen
maestros do their thing. I’ve actually curated
a close group of friends great at whipping up
fantastic meals as I let them do their thing while
showering them with just the right amount of
praise. Thanks mum!
Waihiga Mwaura
My mum was a busy career woman
but she always found time to
make some special meals for us. I
remember her waking up early on
Sunday mornings to make banana
drop scones. She also started
barbecue nights on Saturdays
and we would sit outside on the
verandah roasting chicken while
catching up. It was her birthday
just recently and we spent part of
the celebrations talking about her
cooking and reminiscing about good
times.
Joy Kendi
I think my mum viewed cooking
as the best way to show love for
us. When we moved to the US, she
always made a point to keep us
linked to Kenya at least through
the food. When my other African
friends were having burgers or mac
and cheese for dinner, mum would
make us pilau, chapati, mukimoand I loved it! She was also known
as the amazing woman who fed
everyone’s child. I have her middle
name tattooed on my wrist. She’s my
everything and I love her dear