My cousin mops the white tiles with bleach

Zeus, my 1 year old 🐶 is lying right behind my work chair. If I’m to push it back, it would squish his tiny feet.

My grandmother slices her papaya and banana together in preparation of her morning fruit plate.

She is simultaneously removing her clothes from the air drying line. Though many homes are moving to have dryers, the cost of electricity makes it customary that most Jamaican homes use the line to dry clothes.

It is 8:26.a.m. I’m preparing for my stand up session at 9:15.

I took a pic of the book I received yesterday as a gift from my Nigerian Lecturer who taught me 10 years ago.

In exchange, I bought him a watch to track his morning walks. He is nervous about using this new technology.

I’m about to make some coffee. Well, my grandmother will make it for me.

I told my mom that I’m ready to have kids yesterday. She is a fertility nurse who helps people struggling to have children.

For some reason We anticipate that I may be in that group.

God forbid this please. At 32 years old, having achieved every material goal on my to do list, I left no space for the raising of a family.

I regret this wholeheartedly.

My neighbors kids are calling for Zeus to come out and play