Mercury, Manufacturing Manager – Foodscape
I wasn’t to be named Mercury. My mom wanted to name me Majory but during certification instead of Majory she wrote Mercury. Not a bad name anyway. Mercury is the smallest planet and closest to the sun. I don’t know if that speaks anything of my personality. I don’t even know if I have anything in common with the chemical element Hg, but what I know is that I had chemistry with cooking from the time I was a child.
What I also know is that we are products of other people. We are stems, shooting off to find our own destinies, finding ourselves. I shot from the roots of my aunt. She worked at Jacaranda Hotel as a chef. She was regal, always in white chef’s uniform. She looked important. Her fridge at home always had ingredients; fancy cans, fruits and condiments. She had beautiful cookery; delicate, flowered, shiny. All these made an impression on my young mind. You could say she
cooked up a storm in me.
Before that I had fantasy of being a journalist. I loved writing and grammar. I loved books and how they smelled. I loved beautiful sentences and their rhythm on paper. I loved how one word could mean different things when it joined another sentence. The infinite power of language fascinated me.
So there I was caught up between two lovers; words and food. I mean food is an expression of love or of self and words are the food that feeds our souls. I dabbled in journalism in high school – journalism club etc – but when it came to joining a higher learning institution the decision was taken away from me when my dad got sick, with no money to pursue journalism I joined Utalii College to study Food Production.
After college I joined Java in 2003 as a cook then got promoted to Line Chef in 2008. I moved to Assistant Branch chef then to Multi Unit Chef running five branches. Then sous chef, then product chef. Now I’m a Manufacturing Manager at Food scape. Where an I going? The top, maybe. Or maybe one day I might open my own restaurant.
What happens to Journalism? For now it’s like memory you have of your first love.