When I negotiated for my bride in the hills, I promised her father that I would not remove her from her soil, her people, or her food -- unless she herself should feel called by God to move away. We have joked that her soil, her people, and her food describe a 10km radius around the village of Kareedouw -- especially the food. But now all this seems to have come up against an awful complication. The best butcher in Kareedouw died. Where will "her food" now be found? OBSERVATION: Kareedouw means "path by the Karee trees" in Khoi. I consider that her soil, her people, and her food have much to do with her joy and with her whole person.
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