“After hearing about “My Sisters Kitchen”, I was really enthusiastic about getting our Refugee clients there, and it seemed the only way to do that was to pick them up from home and take them to Malak. My friend and yoga teacher, Belle, was keen to help, so we took off in tandem to our first house, but unfortunately no-one was home! It’s always a bit of a problem with language barriers, and so we were not too surprised to find our next client was also not at home!
Not to be put off, we managed to find a Somali family who were all at home, and ready to jump in the car for an adventure!
By the time we arrived at our destination it was getting on in the afternoon, and although Brenda had done a lot of preparations for an egg curry, after a group participation in shelling some hard boiled eggs, it looked as though it would be at least 5pm by the time it was cooked.
The word had got around, and to our delight, more people turned up. Brenda organised a few games, and everyone was rolling around with laughter!
I was about to join in the frivolity when my nose alerted me something burning. We were in danger of losing our precious curry and possibly burning the place down, but it was saved in the nick of time and although it had a slightly burnt taste, it was delicious and was enjoyed by all!
It really was quite chaotic, but the room was full of joy, laughter and camaraderie, and it was an absolute pleasure to be there!”