“Hell: a personalised service.” HellAfterlifeDark Humour Book:Come Let Us Sing Anyway Source: Come Let Us Sing Anyway
“If a man want cook, he hire one, nah? Or do it himself, if he have a mind.” MenCooking Book:Popisho Source: Popisho
“She can’t remember the last time she spoke to a man who was listening.” Men Book:Come Let Us Sing Anyway Source: Come Let Us Sing Anyway
“All the time she had been grasping the air with her hands, in an impassioned effort to express herself. 'Here was not just food, but an experience. It was all of Popisho, the smells and textures, it was - it was - all our love and our losses and our beauty, struggles, history, our childhoods ... it was perfect, it was perfect for me.” MagicFoodMacaenus Book:Popisho Source: Popisho
“Today I feel like a bride. Fragrant. I am every love song ever played. I am pink confetti. I am the wedding march personified. I am God’s best promise, an open sack, waiting to be filled with matrimonially blessed seed. I am hope.” LoveWeddingMatrimony Book:Come Let Us Sing Anyway Source: Come Let Us Sing Anyway
“A final giggle slid off the side of his mouth and fell into the sand, foaming. They watched it for a while.” MetaphorBeachSandImageryMagical Realism Book:Popisho Source: Popisho
“Generally, men told stories to boast, but women were different. They wanted to look at their words in the air and extract the meaning, and if you shut up and listened, they'd tell you very interesting things indeed.” WisdomFeminismFemale Book:Popisho Source: Popisho
“Butterflies were like alcohol. The heat of a good wine in a burnt orange butterfly. The cool swallow of rare ship-bought vodka in clear, white and blue beauties.” MagicMagical RealismButterflies Book:Popisho Source: Popisho