So in Kakuma we tend to live for parties and sometimes there too many parties; a farewell party, a birthday, a bridal/ baby shower, just for the sake of it party etc. So at the end of last year we had one of those “just because we can have a party” party. It was the end of the year and we convinced our boss, who is Ghanaian, to make us some fufu.
Now let me explain something about our office just like any office it is divided into sections or us we call them units. So there is; registration, administration, eligibility, field, resettlement etc I work for the Resettlement Unit so when I say “WE” I meant my resettlement colleagues and I enjoy working in resettlement my colleagues are a pretty decent lot. We all tend to like alcohol and the bar and sometimes you’d find every single one of us in the bar including the boss, pretty cool I think. There was even a time last year we kept teasing the boss that we should change our weekly unit meeting to 11pm on Fridays and instead of distributing chocolate we should distribute beers. We are a pretty cohesive unit, like a small family with lots of dramas but we love each other anyway. It’s great.
Anyway, I digress, so we convinced our boss to make us fufu so that we do one last thing before the year ends as a unit. It was a good night. I learnt how to make fufu and a Ghanaian chicken stew from Andrea, my boss. We had good food, laughs and lots to drink. The stew was very spicy and quite different from our stews which most West Africans call bland so maybe you can try this and serve with ugali or matoke once in a while when you feel like a stew with a kick. Andreas said that the fuf we had was not the real thing as it comes from a packet while what they have back home is pounded from yams or plantains so I did not bother to write down the instructions for that not only coz its “fake” fufu but also because the flour is not locally available. HAPPY COOKING!!