Fried for breakfast
When Mejja dropped a relatable line in his song “Cheza kama wewe”, “ule ni msee wa mayai, muite mwambie agonge mbili,” eggs were a snack, that retailed Kes20 a piece from your favourite smokie vendor in lab coat and steaming white pushcarts. But I am sure Mejja did not imagine, eggs could be a luxury and that indigenous ones, popularly referred as kienyeji could be as rare and costly as quail eggs. Recently, when I paid my local vendor, Kasee, a visit for my usual “mayai pasua” with some hot “kachumbari”, he cracked them open then cracked my pockets, the prices had gone up once…
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