4:30 A.M. Reaching towards the clamoring alarm clock to snooze, I stretch my arms upward in a yawning manner. I stood and went near the window, staring at the dimly lit street with an echoing silence in its every corner. It is Monday, and we have to prepare for the whole-day chores waiting, and wake up my 17-year old daughter, Amina, to help me cook viands that serve as our daily small-scale business. In the kitchen, a lizard rapidly puts out its tongue to catch the diminutive swirling buzz of flies. The ignited fire slowly lick and heat the pile of woods inserted inside the made-up cemented compartment where the concave metal container can sit upon the reigning ember, glowing wildly. Onions, garlic, and a string of vegetables are evenly cut into pieces before mama place them in the different recipes; some sautéed, and some simply drowned into the boiling water. Different meats like chicken, por
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