Awombness: In My Things

Candice Nolan / Nov 13, 2020

Awombness: In My Things


I am home. Was discharged this morning. And oh, does it feel good to be back in my things. My kanga. And my man. I am woman. Hear me roar. Across the expanse of the African wilderness. I am the Oprah of podcasting. The queen of the written word. The boss of the comic stage (in the making).

Awombness: In my things

I’m sitting here listening to Sam Cooke. The music just speaks to my soul. As I look back at my stay in the “Wellness Clinic”, it was one of the most introspective things I have ever done. The extrovert came out and the shy, insecure Candice skulked in a corner. I am woman. Hear me roar.

I believe in godincidences. Because the way the Great I Am, directed my path and the people He placed along the way. Well, the mind boggles. And like I said to one of my besties, Forward Ever, Backwards Never! Just to tie up some lose ends.

The boxer tried to pull a fast one on all of us. He was threatening to put things in people’s drinks and generally stirring up the kaka with a hot spoon. He dared. Just dared. Imagine. But he dared to frighten me on some: “I don’t like what you said about me in the canteen earlier.”

At the time I was having a pity party because I believed monkey brain when it told me that #babysesame has forgotten about me. So I said, sharply, at him, I said: “I’m busy here.” And the good lad got up and left me alone. Real crazies don’t do that.

I know real crazies. Vele I know you mos, is’n?!

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