Side Fowl’s Five-Year 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 Side Fowl 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

aunty like she get paid per scroll, lurking on her live like a big jumbie waiting for bacchanal

to start, 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