Status Updates From A Thousand Questions

Don't blame Samia for running away from her mother.. I might have too.

The boneless chicken is cut into neat squares, and marinated overnight with tikka spices, yogurt, olive oil, and ginger-garlic paste. It’s been simmering on a bed of onions and tomatoes for an hour now, and I’m guessing it must be soft enough to melt in my mouth, if I was allowed to eat the same food as the owners of the house.

Mimi's Nani/cousin/cousins wife and I would not get along, nope!

Bet she'd say something if I hid in a corner and read a book 📖 plus not letting anyone pinch or hug me

I look around with interest. There are petite armchairs covered in lush red velvet, small round side tables with unusual items like a white chessboard and a collection of glass figurines. An elegant golden chandelier hangs from the middle of the ceiling. I feel my eyes rounding until they’re stretched like golf balls, and my mouth is probably open, although I’m too shocked to care.

Abba just lies back on his bed, no matter how hot it is, and murmurs, “It’ll be all right. God will provide.”

I’m not sure I believe that. God listens to rich people, not to people like Abba and me.

I've had the same thoughts lately 😕

I listen to the hum of the motorcycle engine, the roar of cars around us, the beep of horns as they pass us, telling us to hurry, hurry, hurry.

Gee, why does that sound familiar 🤔? 😉

Water is more precious than the gold rich ladies buy from their air-conditioned malls with guards outside. Water is life. Gold is . . . colored rock.

Soon, we’re cruising on the big road that leads toward the rich people’s houses. The morning is already sweltering hot, but the wind rushes on my face and around my body like it’s playing a game of hide-and-seek. I close my eyes and lean forward until my head touches Abba’s back.

We pass through congested intersections filled with cars and motorcycles, trucks and donkey carts. I see squat buildings that are obviously offices, and tall glass structures that may or may not be offices. One is definitely a mall, and it rises to the sky. Soon, the streets broaden; the cars thin out. We must be in a different part of the city.

Love how she puts you right in with the surroundings