I could taste the memory of you from the first sip of my coffee.
Hot, brown, sweet and expensive.
A beverage is the story of our brewing.
From hand roasted, civet processed beans
To instant grounded coffee syrup.
We started out dirty,
Soiled.
Raw.
Earthy.
Nude and bare.
Too vulnerable to survive.
Just not balanced.
You were extravagant but never on me.
I was picky.
You never listened.
I never complimented you.
It was never the right time to talk
And none of us could tolerate it.
We were so smash ugly and unaesthetic that
being beautiful was the only thing we hadn’t tried out.
.
We had exhausted all our vices…
would virtue ever surface?
It had to.
It did.
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I started saying it when you looked stunning.
Not just thinking it.
You introduced me to your small sister Kadege who was so so hard to please.
I started laughing at your bonoko jokes.
Not because you became funny.
I just found you pleasant.
At the most simple and unexpected times.
Francine Rivers was right
Love cleanses.
It purified my perception.
Oh and you started using me as a punching bag.
I started encouraging you about your new but infamous business.
”No giving up Zaja!”
You started asking me about my long dued sponsorship applications
that never got approved.
I started receiving your business calls as your free lance secretary.
you started videographing all my choreos for my portfolio,
with your screen cracked experia.
I started crying openly,
You started praying oftenly.
So,
the next time someone poured us into a cup…
We hit that ceramic as espresso baby.
Hot, brown, sweet and expensive.
With a rim of golden foam at the top
and a delicate first sip.
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crema☕
ˈkreɪmə/
noun
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a golden brownish foam that forms on the top of freshly made espresso coffee.
Girl in the photo is Miss Nicholls 🌸
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