The Side Fowl’s Five-Year Fixation

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

A train pulling into Lefferts Boulevard at rush hour, that the 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.

One must wonder, dear readers, what fuels such peppa-sauce interest in another woman’s