Street food is life, mutura is life, and despite risking food poisoning, salmonella and all that negativity, I ain’t stopping soon 😂. By the way if you ever find yourself in Zanzibar, try Forodhani food park, which only comes alive in the evening. I’ve never seen so much street food in my life. Perhaps the only thing that comes close is Mombasa during the holy month of Ramadan when they’re breaking fast in the evening. If you’re a huge fan of seafood then sasa you’ll have a blast. While on our trip we had all our dinners here, and every evening we’d start by sampling fruits from this particular mzee who I distinctly remember because he was always whining about their women being lazy and not interested in work. None of my business though 😂
I digress, back to our mutura story, there’s a time I could count the number of times I’ve had mutura, then I found out about this particular joint, which is the only place by the way where I do buy mutura from. Despite the fact that the mutura is out of this world, I will never stand over there with my fellow weirdos while savoring the delicacy and looking at each other weirdly 😂. I’ll always have mine to go. Perhaps even for breakfast the following day. I used to find it weird that people dressed in dapper suits would stand in the smoke till I found out why. I still find it strange, but the force is beyond them, all hail mutura.
I haven’t had mutura in a while, partly because I rarely find myself near that particular joint and partly because I have found me a new hobby that needs me to eat clean(well, sometimes)
Now yesterday, while on my way home I passed by this marketplace next to our estate to get some groceries. Kidogo while passing by this particular butchery hosting a mutura place upfront I hear a lady shouting “Aya!, weka ulimi sasa! ” loosely translated, now serve me some tongue! Out of shock I had to turn back and take a look. Lo! and behold, a lady in a hijab and a dera! I was amazed by her chutzpah and her confidence 😂. She was standing amongst tall suited men (the ones I still can’t believe subject their suits to all that smoke) and unapologetically savoring mutura and cow tongue. Well that sounds so much like cow dung 😂. I know there’s a kale somewhere struggling with this sentence, but usijali, no one is watching. Or judging.
It’s sweater weather season and here’s a simple way to keep the cold at bay and still look cute while at it. Have a lovely evening y’all and see you on the next post!
Till then, enjoy the pictures ❤
