The sixth love language: food

If God is a provider, and if he has any love, he made himself clear through Eva. It was she that taught me the sixth love language: food.

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Good evening, Mr. Neighbor

He walked into our apartment wearing red suspenders and black gym shorts pulled up over his torso. Meet my neighbor, always good for a laugh. Living in an African home has taught me a lot about loving the neighbors who live with me. I don’t yet know most of the people in my apartment complex,…

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Lunchtime in DR Congo

Six of us sat on the maize-colored rooftop, attempting to circle together in the sliver of shade as we ate our lunches. The men bantered in Kiswahili, and my eyes wandered to the green banana tree across the way. I rolled the bugali in my fingers, scooped some greens and dipped it in pilipili while trying…

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Finding joy in cabbage

I was deprived before college, though I did not realize it. Of what was I deprived, you ask? Kimchi. Yes, a life without kimchi is a deprived life. You can pair it with rice; you can cook it into a soup; you can have it as a side to any meal. Kimchi is flavorful and…

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