I was born in Tanzania. I don’t remember much. I have flashbacks of my Mr India toy, my swing in the garden, riding an elephant to school and mangoes. Confused memories of a five year old child.
What I also remember were soldiers. Guns. Dark faces with frightening eyes. Hushed conversations. Brave smiles. It was 1976. I think there are many East African born Indians with similar memories. Bittersweet memories. Memories of one man, Idi Amin. Memories of packing up one life to start a hurried new one in the UK for me and in Western Europe and the Americas for many of my family.
My family’s migration was later than those first political evictions in Uganda. Perhaps less brutal based on the stories I’ve heard from my elders and friends. But brutal nonetheless. So when my friend Vanessa Kimbell invited me to an event in support of Ugandan Fairtrade and Ugandan Vanilla I was somewhat torn. How could I support this country who had literally thrown me and my family onto the streets after having taken our home, our paperwork, our living?
I was about to politely decline. Instead I read about Vanessa’s visit to the Ugandan Fairtrade vanilla farms. I read about Lulu Sturdy who owns the Ndali Vanilla Estate. I read how she’s trying to help ordinary people – not politicians. It then struck me that these ordinary people, these farmers, are probably the same age as me. It’s likely that they were just children when politics and madness overtook their country in the 70s. It’s likely they were as lost and confused as I was then. These were not the people to stay angry with.

A little girl sitting with her Grandmother at the Kasemire Organic Farmers Association Uganda (Picture Courtesy of Vanessa Kimbell)
A Fair Price for a Fair Day’s Work
The Ndali Estate was started by Major Price in the 1920s and he, like my grandfather, supported his neighbouring villages by building schools and clinics and developing close relationships with the local tribesman. He too had his land confiscated in the 70s and when President Museveni invited all dispossessed foreign landowners to reclaim their land in the early 90s, his son and later his niece, Lulu Sturdy, took on the farm. Lulu experimented with pyrethrum, chillis, rice and coffee before realising vanilla was the crop that would rejuvenate Ndali, and embrace whole communities of farmers in the process.
Vanessa travelled to meet Lulu and the farmers of Ndali vanilla. Their land was decimated during Amin’s years. Every year hardwoods are replanted to build it up again and as well as vanilla, the farm also grows coffee, cocoa, cardamom and bananas.
The farmers don’t want charity. They want a fair price for their crop. They want to protect their families from the raids on their property. They want to feel safe. Vanilla is a cash crop and thus easy to steal. Farmers are tied up while their crop is stolen or beaten til they agree to sell. Lulu and Fairtrade have been helping these farmers to work together and close down areas where the crop can be stolen. This is the real work that Lulu does. She now has 1000 farmers on the Fairtrade accreditation. Farmers who can be confident of a price five times greater than the conventional offer by poachers.
Meet the Ndali Farmers
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The Ndali Fairtrade Gift Swap
I’ve been quite moved by the Ndali story. I’ve understood a little more about a country that I’ve blocked out of my life lest more rotten memories surface. I’ve begun to think differently about Fairtrade. I considered it to be a marketing gimmick but I now find myself seeking out the Fairtrade logo and the story behind the product. They are all in their own way as beautiful as this Ndali story.
So I went along to the event and took part in the challenge. I made Ndali Vanilla Penda. Rich, fudge like sweets made from a butter and milk powder base that my relatives in Uganda and Tanzania would have eaten in happy times. Times of celebration and sweet memories.
Vanilla Penda
Notes
- 60g butter
- 3/4 cup milk powder
- 200ml condensed milk
- 1-2 thick Ndali Fairtrade Vanilla Pod
To make them - roughly 12
- Melt the butter in a heavy bottomed pan.
- Add the condensed milk and milk powder and stir continuously til you get a thick paste. You must keep the heat very low to avoid sticking and burning. It will be a dough like consistency when ready.
- Leave to cool on a plate until it’s comfortable to touch.
- Flatten out the doughy mixture slightly.
- Scrap out the seeds of the Ndali Fairtrade Vanilla Pod and smooth them onto the mixture and gently knead in so they are evenly distributed. At this point you could also add a food colour gel for different colours.
- Portion the mixture into 12 equal balls.
- Roll each ball in the palm of your hand til it’s smooth. It helps to lightly oil your hands to prevent sticking.
- Flatten and then roll over the ridges of a gnocchi maker to get the pattern on the sides.
You can decorate these with a little edible gold glitter on the top or a flaked almond but I think they are rather pretty as they are.
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Vanilla Penda
Notes
- 60g butter
- 3/4 cup milk powder
- 200ml condensed milk
- 1-2 thick Ndali Fairtrade Vanilla Pod
- Melt the butter in a heavy bottomed pan.
- Add the condensed milk and milk powder and stir continuously til you get a thick paste. You must keep the heat very low to avoid sticking and burning. It will be a dough like consistency when ready.
- Leave to cool on a plate until it’s comfortable to touch.
- Flatten out the doughy mixture slightly.
- Scrap out the seeds of the Ndali Fairtrade Vanilla Pod and smooth them onto the mixture and gently knead in so they are evenly distributed. At this point you could also add a food colour gel for different colours.
- Portion the mixture into 12 equal balls.
- Roll each ball in the palm of your hand til it’s smooth. It helps to lightly oil your hands to prevent sticking.
- Flatten and then roll over the ridges of a gnocchi maker to get the pattern on the sides.
Gosh, I can only imagine how it must have been for your family, moving to UK, such a cultural change as well as climate & all the social, political changes. I don’t think that most of us think about HAVING to leave our own country, imagine if this happened in uk! They must have been truly frightened, imagine moving all your family so far, taking whatever you could, but leaving so much behind… Possessions, homes, jobs, communities. Phew! Makes me grateful for my simple life!
It’s my parents and people of their generation that I am full of admiration and wonder for. It must have been so hard for them. I am grateful in many ways as the life I have had here in the UK has been full of things I would never have had in Africa.
Yes, I agree, it must have been so hard for them! Also, uk wasn’t quite as ‘politically correct’ then, in fact there would have been quite a lot of racism, I imagine. I suppose your parents coped because there was no other way… Amazing what we can all achieve when we have to! You have learnt how to cope under pressure! I can’t imagine coping with the pressures of GBBO, for example! I’m pleased that you did it. You have been an inspiration, I follow you because I learnt about you through the show, but I love you recipes. You must have made your family so proud! Well done!
Thank you Joy. That’s really kind and glad you like the recipes 🙂
It seems a little naughty to click a like button and not say hello! So hello from me. I vividly remember when your families came from Uganda to the UK. My father’s family came in the 1890s to England but they were refugees also and we grew up reminded by conversation and traditional foods with memories of past times and other places. I loved this post and I think we should all take the Fairtrade label more seriously. Thank you.
Thanks Joanna. and thank you for coming by my blog because now I have found yours to follow 🙂
Here I am clicking away, reading posts, waiting for Homeland to start (love the series!) and then I come here. Just having met you and getting a feel for who you are through reading your blog over the past wee while, I must say that this post has really touched me. I guess we all have stories and pasts that have shaped us, but to experience what you and your parents experienced. Wow, so much bravery, and sadness. I can only imagine how torn you were feeling with this invitation. But, I guess you are right. They will be around the same ages, only young children when all of this ripped so many lives up. It still must have been hard though. What a sweet sweet to honour your family and your roots.
Thank you Kellie. To be honest I am incredibly grateful in every way as I have a much better life and have had so many more opportunities here than I would ever have had there. But it’s a big part of our family history as so many we know/knew were involved. xx