Mother Hen’s Busybody Obsession

Dearest Readers, It has reached this author’s ever-curious ear, swifter than the

A train pulling into Lefferts Boulevard at rush hour, that Mother Hen of Richmond Hill

has been carrying on with a level of mix-up and minding-people-business that would make even the aunties

shopping on Liberty Avenue stop mid–channa-to-roti order to listen good-good. Society whispers

say she is the real brains and busybody hands behind the page Handy Mandy, keeping an eye pon

our 592 aunty like she get paid per scroll, so obsessed that aunty practically

living rent-free in she head. Those same murmurs insist that when she not stalking

socials, she in the gym clanging weights like she training for Miss Guyana Bodybuilder,