Mulondo business starts off

Apr 30, 2004

<b>The story so far:</b><br><br>Safia Mulondo and her children decide to form a catering business and when their first job order arrives, it involves cooking for a kasiki in the neighbourhood.<br>

By Susan Mugizi Kajura


The story continues:
“Samsoni go and ask Amooti if I can borrow her pans. Nalu, I want you to get this list of things from Hajati’s shop and Muko, Mama Rose will give you the chickens we need,” Safia Mulondo instructed her children.
“She will want some money,” Muko frowned.
“I have already paid her. Please, hurry everyone or we won’t be ready in time.”
Half an hour later, the Muko compound looked like a market place. Men were coming and going. A range of food stuffs were being delivered and prepared, soon the aroma rising out of the cooking pans made Samsoni hungry.
“When are we going to eat?” he yawned. Samsoni was helping Nalu make chapatis of different shapes. There were triangles, squares, pentagons and hexagons.
“Mama said we can only eat the pilau Hajati sent,” his sister told him.
By that evening, Samsoni had tasted more than pilau and was too full to help the others carry the pans over on a wheel barrow.
Cars were parked on either side of the small lane outside the Batanda home and there were soldiers at the gate.
“Goodness!” Nalu gasped.
“We’ve brought the food,” Mama said. The soldiers let them through and the Mulondos were surprised to find a row of slick black cars parked inside the Batanda’s dusty drive way.
Muko whistled.
“I wonder who is here!” he exclaimed.
“Caterers!” a man in black gumboots rushed towards them. “Go set things up over there!” he pointed at a table piled with plates and dishes.
The table stood at the edge of a garden where guests sat in rows of plastic white chairs.
“We want to eat on time,” the man barked. “ So, I hope you are ready to serve!” he rushed off.
A few minutes later he returned with some boys and girls, “Put the food on plates and these ones will take the plates out to the guests.”
For the next two hours, Safia and her children rushed among the pans of food, dishing it out onto plates. By the time the pans were empty, the three of them were ready to collapse.
“Oh no, look who is coming!” Nalu sighed. It was the gum-boot man
“The guest of honour wants to see you!”

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