Persians say that a salad is best made
with a miser to pour on vinegar,
a rich man to drizzle on oil
and a crazed man to heap on garlic.
What I got was a sweet man
who sprinkled everything he owned,
joyously, on everyone’s plate.
This story comes from a Bahá’í conference that took place in Bukavu, Rwanda, a town along the border with the Democratic Republic of the Congo, or what was then called Zaire. The main conference meal consisted of salad greens, roast goat, beans and manioc, the local term for the cassava tuber from which tapioca is derived. (Most Westerners don’t like manioc, but I developed a bit of a taste for it. But I’ll eat anything, so this was not surprising to my family.)
He was an elderly gentleman who, with a radiant heart, shared with us what we worried was just about all he owned…
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