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We now serve lunch!! We are happy so many of you like our brunches. Weekends have been full and hectic. Thank you so much for the support. We guess the natural step now is to start serving lunch. We will try a new concept, Bowl of the week- lunch from Tuesday- Friday. This week we have an Autumn spicy green lentils stew full with antioxidants from cabbage, carrots and spinach. See also if you can taste the hint of star anise. And vegan of course Lunch Tue - Fri 11-14.30 Södermannagatan 38 See you! #vegan #bowloftheweek #kalangucafe #lunch #sofo #autumnfood

How cafés and migration can pop up interesting collaborations. Randomly met Edith/ @editaee in a café in Lebanon. I was surprised to see a Congolese in Beirut. I guess she was equally surprised to see a Congolese-Swede there. And to add, we are close in age, similar migration background and working in the same domain. And now here we are, sevenish years later, in a café in Grenoble planning the opening of an African art & culture café in Sthlm. Will be cool to see what further synergies such a place can bring. Stay tuned!

His absence, silent character and inability to be there as the father I need has left me feel unloved by the very person who is the reason I even exist. I've spent so much time and tears trying to reconcile and understand why things went as they did. But one random day when I was biking in Stockholm I suddenly realized who thought me to bike and this picture popped up in my memory. I remember his patience, how we practiced day after day until I no longer needed/ wanted his help. And with a silent smile he let me go. Maybe that's why I as a grown-up feel so free when I bike. Like nothing is holding me back... Therapy and self-work is teaching me that love manifests in different ways. Not always as I wish but it doesn't mean it isn't there. //To my father who is still an idi*t ;)

Digging old family photos and found papa as young. I imagine he didn't know about Sweden then #lifejourney

My inner child doesn't really feel like 31. Thank you for the birthday wishes <3

Backstage after @ms_laurynhill concert. We wrote her a love letter and an invitation to café Kalangu. Soooo dorky and starcrushed 🥰😍😅

Embouteillage and heavy rain. Gate closing soon...

Any breeze is better than nothing in 37 degrees heat.

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