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John Kamau Karanja: Kenyan Man Selling Mutura In USA

Kenyan Diaspora man John Kamau Karanja is hardworking and among the few proud Kenyans abroad showcasing their talents to the world. As interesting as it sounds, John sells nyama choma and mutura in the United States of America. His business has grown so much that he had to diversify its market portfolio by accommodating on board African cuisine. The move saw Kenyan common foods such as mokimo and…

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When you are in #europe and haven't had a #mutura for ages, you just make your own 🙆🏾‍♀️😂🤣🤣😋😋 ❣️ #phidpac . . #videooftheday #foodie #foodporn #kenya🇰🇪 #kenyanfood #vienna🇦🇹 #homemade (at Vienna - Austria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMXzovbgFsT/?igshid=1i9eb9gl762go

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You'd think growing up in the ghetto would be one of the worst experiences but in truth I relish every single day. There's something about jumping over broken sewerage pipes or taking the neighborhood's dogs to the next neighborhood to watch them fight or stopping by your favorite meat den on the way home from school to down some tasty "mutura" , that binds your soul to this rowdy, treacherous place. Don't get me wrong if I were given a chance to grow up in Runda or Kileleshwa I wouldn't think twice on it, but having lived this life, life in Nairobi Eastlands, Huruma estate which is actually more ghetto than it sounds, being part of this experience, having met these people,my friends, has forged me into the being I am today.

No this is not a story to inspire you, this is not a story to give you hope, but it is a story about true ghetto life, friendship, brotherhood, bonds that were never meant to be broken.

I knew Denno since we were toddlers, there was nothing really special about him but then again I was also just an average guy so us being friends was actually expected. We lived a normal life, did what normal kids did, sure we got into trouble a couple of times but even those we faced together.

There comes a time when normal just isn't enough and you can either realize your ambitions or have them forced onto you. Denno had the latter, his mom fell sick and couldn't go to work anymore and him being the man of the house was a role that was already inevitable since his drunkard father eloped to Mlolongo with their maid. Denno decided to dropout of school and became a tout.

Now, I don't know if he just had it easy or what we had heard from our "faithful" teacher was just bogus but in a few weeks Denno had fully adapted and was making good money. He paid the bills, bought his mother's medication and took care of his little brother. For a fifteen year old Denno was on top of his game, in a few more weeks he was dressing up all dapper, had a Nokia C200 and knew almost all the pretty girls in the neighborhood, even I was seriously questioning my career choice.

Fast forward about 3 months and his mom is well again and back to work and they are making a killing out of it. They end up opening a shop so that his mother wouldn't have to go to work and he could finally go back to school.

He had never been so unsettled, we could tell that he'd rather have been out there making money than seated in a congested classroom trying to understand algebra. So we'd convince him to stay then on our way home we'd buy mutura and use his popularity at the matatu pit to get free rides home.

On that day he was more than unsettled, he was angry and broke. He had argued with his mother who had refused to let him continue working, he had sold his phone and all the gibberish from the teachers just ticked him off even more.

On our way home we didn't stop at the meat den or the matatu pit so we decided to walk home. He walked fast and silent, didn't laugh at any of our jokes, not even a smile. As we were crossing the road from Jonsaga into Huruma we heard a very familiar hoot.

"Wewe kijana ya shule wewe!" called out Jay, Denno's former driver and boss. Of course this was a joke and instantly Denno lit up and hurled an insult to him jokingly. He told us to hop in since he was headed to the car wash and its on our way home.Denno was ecstatic, finally he got to show off his skill at this art that he had come to love.

Part of living in the ghetto, as a guy, involved you learning certain matatu "etiquette" , let's call it. In sheng it's called "kudandia na kudondoka" which mainly involve boarding and alighting a matatu while still in motion. Its simple but very dangerous, one wrong step could mean tragedy.

It felt like a very low bump on the road. Nobody expected it, but it just happened. One wrong step, shouts from a few pedestrians, bump, gone.

This was not the first time I had seen a dead body, but the mere fact that it was someone I had known since the age of three... But at least you were happy.

Jay took off and we remained there, shocked until the police came.

Still wouldn't trade it for anything...

[clydekhan]

#tembeanairobi #tembeakenya #streetfood #streetdelicacies #mutura (at Somewhere in Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCMTXYsA6af/?igshid=rvn4q9j1y6uo

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Why Nairobi mutura can make you ill

Why Nairobi mutura can make you ill

Food experts have warned of deadly germs in most of the popular ‘mutura,’ sold in Nairobi.

“It could make you very sick,” the researcher from University of Nairobi warned in a report published on October 23.

The researchers said more than half of cooked or uncooked ‘mutura’ sold in Nairobi were highly contaminated with disease-causing germs.

“Our study shows roasted and non-roasted African…

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