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Some roads you choose and some roads choose you.<\/p>\n

In 2019, I (Jane) realised I had been walking away from home. For years, I followed the road expected of a chef, celebrating the cuisines of the world while silencing my own. Yet one day I found myself standing at the edge of one, an unfamiliar road yet strangely familiar; a path that, I would come to see, was leading me home.<\/p>\n

Back then, the unspoken rule was clear: to be a chef worth noticing, you celebrated the world. French sauces, Japanese broths, Italian pastas; these cuisines were seen as worthy. Ours, African foods, were rarely spoken of in the same breath.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not that they didn\u2019t exist. These indigenous foods<\/a> lived in rural kitchens, carried in the hands of our grandmothers but they were silenced and overlooked, left in the shadows of \u201cfine dining\u201d and \u201cglobal gastronomy.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a while, I obeyed that silence. <\/p>\n

I plated pasta dishes and sushi rolls, while hiding the meals that had shaped me. The earthy bowls of fermented sorghum<\/span>. The tenderness of amaranth leaves simmered slowly over fire. The grounding comfort of amadumbe (arrowroot). I had turned away from the flavours that led home, believing these foods were too ordinary, too rustic and too unsophisticated for the world stage.<\/p>\n

Memory is stubborn; it lingers. It has a way of pulling you back to a point I could not shake the smoke clinging to my mother\u2019s kitchen walls, the steady percussion of bubbling pots, the chorus of voices rising in laughter around the fire. These foods lived in me, waiting for their song to be heard again. All at once, I knew: remembering was no longer enough, I had to bring them back to the table.<\/p>\n

So I did. <\/p>\n

I began placing these indigenous ingredients on the table again, unapologetically, not because it was fashionable (it wasn\u2019t), but because the music had become too loud to be silenced. <\/p>\n

At first, it felt like solitude, as though I was walking through unmarked territory, carving out a path that led home, though the world wasn\u2019t ready to walk it with me. It was like a lone voice, singing into silence. But slowly, along that road, I began to hear echoes.<\/p>\n

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