In Search of My Brotha, My Lover, My Man

A Novel by Fay Walker
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IN SEARCH OF… MY BROTHA, MY LOVER, MY MAN

… As I felt the strength of his voice, the same was in his touch, strong yet gentle, I can only imagine it was a part of his physique. Listening to Asante’ hum made my soul dance to his rhythm, as I laid on the table, the rhythm of a thousand native drums played to my spirit…

…I envisioned Zavior to be a (CCCB), Caramel Colour Chocolate Brotha with the physique of a young soldier accompanied with seasoned experience in the art of physical touch administered to my body, with the assurance of enhanced pleasures and sensations that will sure-nuff rock a sistah’s world…

…I only know the kinda brotha’s that’ll keep it on the real with ya… but you don’t want that kinda brotha, see, you’d rather be knocked up side your head every now and then and that’s suppose to mean they love your silly ass, right on Ms. Thang, you’ll be callin’ me and you know what, I’ll be right there… me and my thug, gangsta, rough neck, baggy pant, gold tooth wearing bouz…

…Searching for your Brother, your Lover, your Man is not going to happen overnight, it takes time, because in you is where you’ll find him. That’s right, the qualities that are embedded in you, are the qualities your man will ascertain…