Sundays smell like the bristles of the broom violently sweeping the dust that sits on your floors, Sundays smell like home cooked meals, church and fellowship all wrapped up in one, Sundays smell like baked pastries after Sunday service wondering where your mother went, And when you blink, there you are, holding the pestle, pounding…… Continue reading The Smell Of Sunday
I TESTED MY SPICE TOLERANCE AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE.
I can already hear my ancestors fuming. Now hear me out, I was feeling a little cocky one evening and decided to chew on a chili pepper. RAW. Bad idea. At first, I felt nothing. Much like a WWE wrestler in the middle of a fight I called it too soon. And then I felt…… Continue reading I TESTED MY SPICE TOLERANCE AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE.
Just Another Eve
Hey Eve, girl,I don’t know what was going through your mind that day when Satan came approaching, And I am not saying that I would have made a better choice BUT, you could have ignored him and munched on your pomegranates…or whatever non-forbidden fruit there was there in the garden, And I am not saying…… Continue reading Just Another Eve