My dear friends and lovers of sunshine,
I did make a promise to my mother that, if I did only break, woulda cause she heart to bruks more bad than the promise.
"We gon go to SoFlo for Christmas and New Year."
South Florider, where she son, me second big brother, live with he family.
Where sun flow, and alligators crawl.
I don't know what I woulda do if we did encounter any 'gator on we walks. My mother does travel with...that is to say, suffer from...chronic pain, and I can't see she tackling that creature with the fervour of Irwin or Dundee to save me, she precious child. I woulda have to pile she on to she roller-stroller like she in a wheel barrow, and bolt outta there mo' fast than Usain.
In the mornings, while everybody been at work, I sit with Ma in the living-room, she watching tv, me doing creative work, soaking up the sun that pour like warm wine, crunching on the best snack in the whole wide world.
Ow, me belly bawling, I better cook lunch. No, it ain't 'gator burger.
Have a great day, love, neena xx.