Corruption and the tasty samosa
Corruption and the tasty samosa
Iwas nine the first time I was caught up in a corruption scandal. My mother sent me to the British Petroleum (BP) filling point near Ndurarua Primary to buy paraffin and I let myself be used by the forces of darkness and evil.
I was walking with my jerrycan, holding it close to my person. Mother had been very clear that if I lost another jerrycan, she would skin me alive, and from past experience, I knew she was more than capable.
I got to a fork on the road, one way led to all that was good, and correct – BP and paraffin. The other, smoke-filled from all the firewood used to cook, led to the sellers of ‘mutura’ (roasted, stuffed meats) samosas with contents that the makers fancied like chapatis, fried pastries and things I couldn’t afford without living beyond my means.
Samosas, my Achilles😍.
