Adaku. In Igbo, it means “first daughter.” In Zürich this week, it means something else too: a gathering, an experiment, a pop-up that insists food is never just food. When Naomi Adaku Biaduo said the word to me, it felt less like a brand than a confession — rushed but intentional, unprepared yet honest. Adaku is her second name, but also her claim: the first-born of a vision years in the making. From a sold-out cookbook in 2017, co-created w/chefs across West Africa, to Uch

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When I accepted the invitation to the Room to Read Roundtable in Zurich, I didn’t overthink it. I was simply and honestly curious. I’m...