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A Gladiator's Feast: Rico's Foodtruck

A Gladiator's Feast: Rico's Foodtruck Hello fellow foodies! Welcome back to another culinary adventure. πŸ˜πŸ˜€This time, our food hunt takes us to Rico's A Gladiator Foodtruck , located at Wilhelminastraat 40 in Paramaribo. Rico's serves up a delicious array of burgers, shoarmas, and wraps. πŸ” We paid them a visit on a typically hot Paramaribo night, and my friend Dev-Lin was our official taste-tester for the evening. He got to try their cheeseburger and, after we finished filming, he couldn't stop joking about how Rico's was going to "take all his money." Giving it a high-praise rating of 11 out of 10, Dev-Lin's wallet surrendered as his stomach vowed to try every single item on their menu.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜… One thing to keep in mind is that Rico's isn't open every day. So, before you head over, be sure to check their Facebook page for their current opening hours. Don't drool too much while watching our yummy food adventure. πŸ˜‹πŸ€€Have fun, and until...

A lesson in kindness

 A Lesson In Kindness

" A humble Egyptian Queen eating on the floor with her people who adore her"

I'm a poet; if you cut through my veins, they will bleed words.

But these words are not mere words.

They are pieces of my story!

My every sorrow and worry.

They are also the marks of those I loved,

They are the seeds of those I've fed.

They are the product of all the warmth I've put out in the universe.

It's evident in the tender care that I've received from those I serve.

Kindness healed all the stains on my soul. I discovered the true power of the crown, and I was finally whole. My looking glass tears apart the syllables etched in each person's spirit. But when I saw my reflection within them, for a brief moment, we were one unit.

In my book of life, it's easier to understand than to be understood.

That's why this new connection elevated me for the greater good.

Yet my thoughts have scrambled together, making me feel like nothing but a wandering spirit.

One that's too aware of the centuries of evolution that had to take place before your eyes could read these rambles from a poet. An orchestra of events designed by the universe. For some reason or another, our lights were meant to cross paths, even if it's just for this verse.

I'll pretend like I can't dive through your mind as you read each line.

Having observed the magic of the world around me, I hold no fear for time.

The world in my head is rich in ancient thoughts.

Each time they pass through me, a light glows in my bulbs.

I'm nothing but a wandering soul and a poet who writes about the light.

But I'm not afraid of the dark; without it, my writing wouldn't be as bright.

It's the heartlessness of humanity that gives me the fright.

An enduring nightmare that has plagued humanity.

We're still human, and sometimes we need to be reminded to be kind.

The wisdom of a sage whispers to me that rising above the darkness was never meant for the weak! After all, why do you think that many dedicate a lifetime to finding the light they seek? That's when I once again realized that I'm blessed. You could strip me of all my material blessings, and I still wouldn't be stressed. I'm nothing but a wandering spirit, traveling the land. Wherever I go, my kindness lends me a plate and a helping hand. The only thing my soul can take along on its next journey is the love my people fill my heart with. In that regard, we were meant to be one unit. Diverse in many ways, but having a universal understanding of the language of kindness.


" A humble Queen eating on the floor dressed in the jewelry's her people gave her"



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