I’ve dated a few men in this life. Some, good and some, bad. But Beto was one of the good ones. A man well-furbished on the interior as well as the exterior. A man so tall he could see as far as tomorrow when standing on his tippy toes. Now, I do not remember how we met or even the…

View Post

Hers was a blithesomely sweet smile that formed delightful dents of delight on her cheeks when she showed it off to the world. A pair of large, lovely eyes and long hair that looked as though it had never known struggle. That hair must have had a life that closely rivals that of the prince of Saudi Arabia. Born, bred…

View Post

I still hold fond memories of him. My grandfather, that is. He was a funny man. Maybe not all the time, but you tell me, how funny can you get when faced with the responsibility of raising ten kids?  Yet with us, his grand-kids, my grandfather let the mask of seriousness fall off. With us, he let the clown in…

View Post

When the rest of the women generation were busy inheriting the symmetry, looks and hourglass figure of Eve, I happened to inherit her appetite for forbidden things. So, understand me when I tell you that anything forbidden in the great Koran of diet, towards that; my African feet gravitate. Even I can never seem the brakes to my appetite for…

View Post

You know the way we walk past the landlord with a spring in our feet, nose turned up in the air when we’ve paid rent before the 5th day of the month just to remind him or her that the oxygen he or she breathes is not purer than yours? That was me for the first two weeks after I…

View Post