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Cultural Roots

  • The day I came to this world

    The day I came to this world
    I was born in Kisangani which is the 3rd largest city in the Democratic Republic of Congo( DRC) and the capital largest city of vast Oriental Province. DRC is where I learned to walk, talk, and read. DRC is where I call home even though I reside now in the United States because like my mom used to tell me “ no matter where you go, you will never forget where you came from, you will always remember your African roots”.
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    My African Roots

  • Most common food in the Congo

    Most common food in the Congo
    Casava leaves, fry/bake fish and some tomatoes stew including chicken is the most popular food that Congolese eat with what we call fufu which is like mashed potatato but is more malleable. We usually eat this type of food with our hands instead of a fork/ spoons.One other thing to be considering is that when you have a visitor, you never serve them water but juice/soda unless they ask for water. Serving water is seen as an insult and that's what I grew up knowing.
  • young girls as young ladies

    young girls as young ladies
    In my culture, every young girl at the age of 12 must be helping in the kitchen and learn how to cook. You may start with the basic such as cutting onions, chopping tomatoes, boiling rice etc… at the point where you start making your first stew for the whole house. Additionally, you do not just start learning how to cook, but also how to clean the house. Usually, moms start telling you that as a young lady you shall always get up first before men in the house and make sure that you look clean.
  • History of Congo and Rwanda/Burundi

    History of Congo and Rwanda/Burundi
    Growing up,my folks told me that I could marry any man except someone from Burundi/Rwanda. One of the reason was because Congo had a president who was not congolese and the Rwandese/Burudians wanted to take over our country. I did not take it seriously until I came to the USA as a refugee.I did have Rwandese/Burundians as friends but at the back of our heads, both sides new that we couldn't go pass friendship because of what our parents have told us.