My Bean Story I was raised by a hard working mum. Wakarugo would carry me to Gikomba on her back. I have memories of passing via muthurwa, machakos country bus, shauri moyo and then we'd take the stroll down to our family stalls. I would spend the early years before joining school in Gikomba. Maaayne I loved the market! The toys, the scavenging for goodies kwa mtush. Those days never saw me bored 🤓 Back to the beans. During holidays my dad's mum, 'shosho wa Karugo' would come visit us. And we'd be left in her care. That was the first time I heard terms like Nyayo, Wairimu, Mwitemania and Rose Coco. Those are bean names. One day we were in our granny care, mums instructions were karanga those beans for lunch. For a family of 4 at that time, Wakarugo used to cook large portions of food. So during lunch time, granny karangaad the beans so that when my mum came home at around 6pm, she'll make chapatis for dinner. Was I gonna wait for the chapatis so that I have the beans? Who said I had to? And was my granny going to say no to anything food related, hmm? So granny asked me to have my fill. To save you the long read, I remember serving the beans on my bowl for close to 7 times. That's my bean story. #bean #rosecoco #food (at Limuru Road) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDcDn-BgTCX/?igshid=kt6mi9rsnjkd
