It was summer in my homeland, When I drifted upon an open sea, Cursing the oppressive heat of my beloved motherland Was it not a rousing welcome that awaited me in the golden arms of autumn? Oh, how she made me feel so new How she made me feel so good Oh how she thrust...
I’ve never fancied Banana breads or muffins. Never courted them, craved them or sought them out in a crowd. Not when I was young and my Liberian-American aunt made it with rice flour. I just couldn’t imagine how over-ripe bananas could morph into something glowing…. until I met my friend, S. Kids obey you parents...