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Not sure which one came first, my love for stories or food. They seemed to go hand in hand growing up. I was born and raised in Cameroon, West Africa. I grew up in a very community centered culture. We must have coined that phrase, "it takes a village to raise a child,'' lol! One of my fondest memories was when the whole family, would gather around the fireside. Instead of making s'mores with chocolates, we burned plantains and corn to eat while we listened to stories from the elders. My father was an incredible story teller; I guess you can say like father like daughter. I remember being captivated by stories at a young age. Those stories allowed me to time travel and every time a story was told I felt something different. It didn't matter if I had heard the story before. I pulled courage and inspiration from the moments shared. During some of the stories I held my breath during conflict and exhaled when hope was about to break through! Now as an adult nothing has changed. I still marvel at people and their stories and I still love eating with people I meet. I want to know where they have been/where are they now/ and where they are going. Besides being a daughter of the King, a wife to my fine man,  and a mother to my daughter, I am a story teller and a foodie. What's your story?