Za : sorrel lollies?
I roll my eyes.
Me: i gon see.
I tiptoeover to my mums fridge to grab the last of her lollies.
“The seamoss in di fridge!” she calls from the living room.
“Mummy! I don’t need it!”
She doesn’t answer.
Still, I grab it.
fifteen
make it happen, captain.
Jabari.
The best pussyI ever had in my entire life just came out of some damn Superman panties. ?
So damn good,I couldn’t stop thinking about it all through warm-ups a whole five days later. Which led to me getting tackled so hard my shoulders felt like they were dislocated.
Amin and Sol sit on the weight bench while I’m pacing the length of the training room, rubbing Aboniki balm on my sore shoulders.
Amin scrolls his phone.
“Bruv,” he says without looking up, “I found an article.”
“Like… a real one?” I ask, looking directly at Sol. “Not Reddit.”
Sol gasps. “Reddit is a trusted source for information!”
“Can both of you shut up?” Amin continues. “This one says Rastafarians have a strict thing about the mouth being sacred.”
Sol squints. “So oral sex is… forbidden?”
“Bruv. Very forbidden.” Amin nods hard. “It’s like… the forbiddenest fruit.”
“Like haram,” Sol tries. Amin and I stare at him, trying and failing to see how he ended up there.
I drag both hands down my face.
“I cannot believe I’m having this conversation.”
Amin suddenly straightens.
“But wait—important question. Can she receive it only? Or is the whole act—the giving, receiving—everything—considered defilement?”
Sol tilts his head. “Do Rastas even believe insin? Is it sin ‘sin’? Or like… a violation of purity? I mean—what even is sin? Are we just following rules based on our own moral compass hoping we end up in the afterlife’s good graces?”
Amin looks impressed for once. “Deep.”
“I try,” Sol shrugs.
I stop pacing and glare at both of them. “It doesn’t fucking matter.”
