Madam said to me, “When you write your cookbook Princess, maybe it would be better if you don’t call it Africolonial Cuisine.”
She does not like that word. Colonial. She is much ashamed of what her ancestors did to us, here in Africa. Of course, I understand her shame, I have met her parents after all.
My book is not of those things, those times of great suffering, or indeed of the sufferings of today. It is of cooking. My cooking. My Africolonial Cooking. That is what it is after all, and I will not be as the ostrich, and hide my face beneath the soft sand, believing that if you cannot see it, it is not so.
I must look now, and see, which dish we shall serve first.
© Jo Robinson 2012