Mansion.

Ahhh!! 

How lovely to be here again, me darlin' friends!

Hello to any strangers passing by.

One month! One whole month I ain't been here, and not a day go by I didn't wonder what y'all up to.

I been learning to build a home, a website. No! A mansion. 

Like one o' them in my lovely native land or a' island in the Caribbean.

In my lovely native land, the mansion would be in the middle of a wide-open field, pretty grass and clear sky, as if rain rinse out the dust. In the Caribbean, it would be posing on a mountain surrounded by trees, and the view would make you believe that you own the entire glorious panorama set out before you.

Me dears, the mansion start out looking fabulous with a massive frame. Huge ambition, yeah. 

Imagine a home-owner building with zest and zeal, passing orders like Big Boss to workers. Boss eyes light up like stars, mind busy-ing about like honeybees, happy with thoughts of all them things she gon do once she settle down in she brand new home. 

She gon bade in she spa. She gon entertain on moon-light nights in the verandah; family and friends gon eat and swop stories and jokes. Guests gon snooze on beds with cool, white cotton sheets on warm nights, bedroom windows open, let in the breeze and the sound o' crickets and frogs and the call of the odd heron. (Mosquito-screens safe-guard you from blood-suckas).

Books. The mansion gon have books.

Suddenly, guess what.

The mansion-building get abandoned.

The outside of the building look bleaky, like when too much rain fall and leave streaks and fungus pon the walls.

This can only mean one thing.

Money done. Either the boss gone to jail for illegal activities through which he or she been earning to build the mansion. (No mo' laundering.) Or the property is in family dispute in court.

Lemme jump in quick to say, I ain't been doing nothing illegal, I ain't in a dispute. I just trying to explain how the website I been working on look now. Fungusy. Abandoned.

I am the boss and I am the workers and I run outta puff. 

Actually, to be more honest, I am being very dramatical. To be even more honest, the website look as if I buy a project from Ikea and I do exactly like what men do. I jump in with me hammer and nails and bolts and material and start to build.

A cousin say, "You got to learn how to do it first before you start. Read up all the instructions first, watch videos."

Ohhhh.

That is how you do it.

So, me friends, I immediately set to work...thinking and thinking about reading them instructions and watching them videos. Oh boy, thinking does take up plenty energy. To relax, I go for walks in the afternoons, in the hot sun, with a light breeze blowing tune in me ears.

I hope y'all doing good, finding nice-ness everywhere.

Cheerio for now, plenty luuve, neena.