My story
From the supposed-to-be career to the kitchen
I grew up in Mozambique, in a house that smelled of charcoal and piri-piri most evenings. My grandmother cooked, my mother cooked, my aunts cooked — and on weekends the whole street did too, because half of celebrating anything in Mozambique is feeding everyone who turned up.
That isn't, however, what I was raised to do. Like a lot of Mozambican kids, the conversation about my future skipped right past food: an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer — those were the acceptable answers. So I studied. I graduated. And somewhere between the diploma and the first job I realised the passion just wasn't there. It was somewhere else entirely — in the home cooking I'd grown up with, the food I made for the people I love.
Plus258 is what happened when I stopped arguing with that. The "+258" in the name is Mozambique's country code — my reminder, on every box and every menu, that every dish is a direct line back to the coast.