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The Workshop
Tahroro
By Lavenia Kaurasi
Tm often made to turn with shame Our indigenous sauce denied fair praise Taroro Bona wherever we go Meaning We the eaters Of a sauce of stinking odour.
But let me first explain Tahroro is the name Clean handling and practice Are essential for its make Selected, green coconuts are salted and fermented The water-tight cork, rolled from banana leaves Ensures the Tahroro fitness to eat.
On green smoked leaves This pink sauce is spread Between layers of fish or beef or chicken Whether baked or grilled The dish is praised By many VIPs inspecting our island.
My friends you forget The Kora on sale Its taste and smell Are very much the same If you must cut labels into people’s faces Why not Kora Bona for a change?