“Yon ti bagay” // entry 009
Pronounced [yon-tee-ba-guy],this Haitian Creole saying is translated, “a little something,” in English. That’s what my mother and I called wine or any alcoholic beverage. The grown-ups in our family were not shy in exposing us to “strong drink” at a young age. Haha! My mother was someone of moderate habits who would seldom take a drink. She would be in bed watching a movie when I’d walk in her room with a glass cup exhibiting a crimson color. She’d smile as I approached her bed and say, “w ap bwè yon ti bagay?” Chuckling, I responded, “Yes,” and she would proceed to ask me for a drink. Our hearts would rejoice from the contents of that chalice to the point of our tiring out from laughter. Then we’d find the TV watching us as we succumbed to a sweet slumber. The kisses that I left on her cheek as she grinned in repose were more saccharine than my wine-stained palate. As I reflect, I can surely say that she was the sweetest thing that I’ve ever known.
Beautiful woman from the Mucubal people: South Angola
Photo by: Johan Gerrits
“Thread” // entry 010
Buttons fall off from repeated use and hems become undone through wear. But these are trivial affairs when mothers seem to possess the innate ability for mending. My mom would sew on buttons in seconds. Teeth, needle, thread. Hand and eye coordinating to keep the cloth covering my skin befit for a queen’s progeny. She probably learned to do so from my grandmother. I say this because after grandma passed seven years back, my mother was the family’s thread. Sharing the title for the youngest out of, now, seven, I saw her mending emotions. Repairing the seams of unraveled sentiments. And crocheting a spot on her shoulder soft enough to subdue the sorrow of relatives young and old. I pray for my heart to be as homespun, tender and threadlike. That people may see the seamstress as they get to know her son.
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Someone commented on one of my covers saying I “should go on the Voice or Britain’s Got Talent or even the X Factor” and my heart saaaaannnk
Like, I get that it was intended as a compliment, but it just showed a really misguided perspective of the conventional means for achieving success and that’s… actually kind of worrying to think about?
And there you have it. The main cast of Cookies and Crime. A few changes and a few new characters. And it should be noted that Redusa’s (previously Ori) name was Quillystuff’s idea. And Lemony is a character loosely based on Crypticsparrow’s OC.
Pray to the gods who are not white, who are not western, for your Life, for your brother’s life.
Today we honor Vandana Shiva, because as the corporate oligarchy continues to destroy our planet, it is clear that we need more leadership like hers:
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