Yo Mister Likes Sugar

A Story by DonielleMikel

Poor Momma.

Momma told me how to insure your man wasn’t goin’ nowhere. Said a good home cooked meal and a regular screw would keep your mister from heading across the yard to Barbara Bushman’s house pretending to borrow a cup of sugar.

But poor Momma. She done cooked and screwed as much as she could, and her mister, our Daddy, done been over Barbra Bushman’s house for days at a time. Makes me wonder what a man needs with all that sugar.

Momma told me some men be just a little too selfish, a little to hot on the devil’s tail to ever do right by a good woman. So I decide to ask Momma about women like Barbara Bushman and all their sugar.

But all Momma says is that too much sweets, and women like Barbara Bushman can kill a man. Make his brain turn to mush. Daddy came home three days later...smellin’ real sweet.

I thought fosho’ that Momma was gon’ crack him upside his head with her good skillet. But instead, she ran sweet smellin’ Daddy a bath and fed him up real good.

“Momma!” I say. “What you do all that for?”

“Insurance.” She say. “Yo Daddy may have the devil’s sweet tooth, but he knows where his real nutrition comes from.”

I shake my head in disbelief.

“Okay, Momma.”