My mother passes the okra.
“So," she pivots, seeing as her previous topic baited no one, “Ayoola said there is a cute doctor at your work.”
I drop the bowl of okra and it spills on the table - it is green and filmy, quickly seeping into the floral tablecloth.
“Korede!”
I dab at it with a cloth but I can barely hear her - my thoughts are eating my brain.
from My Sister The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite (2018). Highly Recommended.
Photo via Pixabay
Photo via Pixabay
2 comments:
Interesting, Billy. Okra is possibly the only vegetable that I cannot stand. The texture, ugh! Looks elegant in that pic.
Can't remember when I last came across it! And I don't have any pics myself. Sometimes Pixabay comes in very handy.
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