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HOW TO MAKE CHOCOLATE FROM THE HARVESTING OF COCOA ON THE FARM UNTIL WE TRANSFORM IT AND TAKE IT TO THE TABLE.My experience with cocoa since it is green in the bush, then we wait for the harvesting season and with the yellow ripe maracas we start to knock it down and we place it on the ground we take the pulp out of the cocoa maraca and we put it in a sack with fabric so that it drains until we take it to the house or ranch where we stretch it on the ground or surface to sunbathe so that the seeds dry.
I'm not good at art. I admit that. However, I used to draw from elementary to high school. I'm not that skilled and talented like the other people. I just know how to draw in poster making because that is where I always joined in. I can't show any proof because I'm not sure if who took some pictures of me during the competition and awarding and whose account should I visit where they uploaded my pictures because I didn't have a proper phone back then because I was still young, and all my awards and certificates were previously abandoned in our old house, and I'm not sure if my father and his mistress still kept them or threw them away before.
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As I have told you in other publications all my life I was formed in Caracas, it is she who made what I am today, showed me what was good or bad, made me be a rational person to know which way to go, left me the best friendships I could have in life, gave me the joy and fortune to have the best family possible, but also left me the taste for good things, to take pictures of the best sunsets from its great mountain, to try a countless gastronomic dishes and above all to be a good human being. A couple of days ago I received the mention of a person to encourage me to write a post about my positive memories of Venezuela and how not to get excited to see such activity, that although unfortunately a few years ago I had to leave my city in search of other opportunities, my emotions for my city remain intact and are those memories that without thinking much encourage me to write these letters in the most natural way possible and of course I accept the invitation.
Growing up, I saw my mum as my hero, provider, friend and adviser. She was always there for my siblings and I even when it felt like things just didn't want to go well. 13years ago, my mum, siblings and I where abandoned by my dad with nothing as my brother was just born. There was no help from anywhere except from my mum. She was our pillar who stood strong for us when we needed her. She appreciated us with so much love, care, attention and of course discipline.
It is a small town, compared to others that I have known and that I hope to bring you photos of, with a small population, mainly in this period of the calendar, I have references that in summer (June, July and August) the influx of people is much greater, since there is a very pleasant space in the place, Banes beach and the mouth of the river of the same name.
It is as if it were a borderline experience, it is like hitting a barrier that does not let you see it, but it is there without letting me move forward in some aspects of my life, this barrier is where it is shown that having conquered its demands was necessary to move forward.
Hello friends of Hive I officially introduce myself in this wonderful community that gives us the opportunity to express everything that happens sentimentally in our soul. I will do it with a publication that I always wanted to do because of the great value and representation that had in my life this feeling that was the loneliness (if you can call it that way although I do not think it is a condition) for me.
Finally, I am able to pen down my semester and the busyness that I experienced the past 4 months or so. It's my 12th year now as an Educator, growing up, I never ever thought I would be an educator, I repeat..... NEVER! Growing up, I always wanted to be a vet but my science and biology just SUCKED soooo badly then I wanted to become a professional sportsman, majoring in Tennis. I was never the studious type as I concentrated a lot of my time on sports and activities, just being outdoors. This story is for another day.
I used to hate fall: I felt very anxious and worried each time I'd see the first signs of it. Fall resembled death, and I would never understand why people were trying to find beauty in death. Later I somehow managed to decrypt my fall emotions.
So as some might know, the Nigerian federal universities have been on strike since February 14th, 2022 because the government denied members of the academic staff their salaries for months. Well the strike was suspended as of early October and schools have drafted their academic calendars for the remaining semesters. This means students are trooping into schools from all over the country, my school included.
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