The smell of curry in the kitchen always reminds me of my roots
Like the way tea from ginger root reminds me that I’m loved
In Sunday school I learned that love is patient

I know patience waiting for plantains and mangoes to ripen
I know patience rolling sticky dough in a blanket of flour
Patience is steaming rice with coconut milk from the tin

There’s no minute rice when there’s love in the kitchen
I want to savor every bit of it
While we have the time