Surely, eating chunks of hot white ugali at one of Nairobi's most celebrated indigenous restaurants must be an extraordinary experience for any European tourist. As you can probably imagine, the sight of that semi-solid food neatly shaped like a dome with steam bellowing from the beautiful cracks on its surface wouldn't be something a 'mzungu' will dig in to instinctively. Unless, of course, they are forced or strongly motivated.

A little hilarious, isn't it? Yes. Especially for us Kenyans who are used to even more different meals ...like the recipe that involves boiling maize, beans, potatoes, onions, tomatoes, peas, coriander (dania,for those who don't relate) and chillies all in one pot. You boil for two hours minimum and add salt later. That's a story for another day.

Anyway, back to our dear tourist. We are at Mama Oliech restaurant and we want to make him feel at home because he's probably under pressure to do what the Kenyans do. As the saying goes, when you go to Rome, you do what the Romans do. Nairobi is no different. You do what the Nairobians do.