Romans & histoires The Chicken Sisters

“Mami, you have to see the chickens. Their feathers look like… like blankets. And yesterday me and Zoe made a plan. Zoe said if the chickens act arrogant, we have to chase them so they remember who’s boss.” “I’m not the boss,” Zoe yelled from behind us, too loud for a house this expensive. “I’m the queen.” Krystal let out a long breath. Zach walked beside her, one hand resting on her back, protective without needing to advertise it. He glanced at Zane, then at me. “You look alive.” “Thanks for the prayer,” I replied. Zenna drifted up next, brushing my arm. “Look at you two,” she murmured, her sharp gaze sweeping us like a headline. “You look like a couple returning from war and a honeymoon a

He giggles showing off his dimples apparently enjoying the attention. "I have forgotten his name," she says to Mum in Bette as we walk to the the car, she takes the backseat beside me. Her voice sounds like a weird fusion of Mum's and Grandmother's. "Krystal." Mum mumbles. She avoids eye contact with her sister and pulls the seatbelt across her breast. "Krystal? That's not a name for a Nigerian boy. You people are giving these children oyinbo names," she says with a tut, "Na Christabel?" She laughs at her own joke and pinches Krystal's cheek.

Every studio she entered met her with cold stares or a door in her face. When the men in black came for her, her only thought was, 'Fine. Take me. Let the whole world burn.' … Giana and Hilda Chamberlains, the seventh and eighth sisters, were in the middle of a television interview. Hilda hosted a program at Silverton Broadcasting Station. She had invited her sister as the first guest, expecting a quick boost in ratings. The cameras were rolling. The questions had not even begun when several men walked in. They said nothing, lifted both women, and carried them out.

I walked over to them to take their orders when I finally noticed who they were. They called themselves the Blue and Blonde sisters. I knew because we all attended the same school. I just called them the B and B sisters, which stood for Bimbo and Bitchy sisters. They were a group of five friends who all had blonde hair and blue eyes that made them look like quintuplets. I'm not even joking, they practically all looked alike because they even dress the same way. Among them was Cherry Adams, the snobbiest of them all and the apparent leader of their group. Her long blonde hair fell over there shoulder, doing nothing to cover her breasts that were practically pouring out from her dress. She was

replied the moved Queena as she sat at the side. Jasmine gave no verbal reply, and only stared at the sitting girl. Seeing that, Queena then began her tale. “There were once a pair of sisters, twin sisters, to be exact… Both of them were like two peas in a pod, and the older sister was named Chloe while the younger one went by Indigo. The sisters had always had a very good relationship, even from their childhood days. They always enjoyed things together, but also made sure to endure all their misfortunes side by side.”

Sis Poppy said, “I’m the same height as Lil Fox and we share the same shoe size. Freeloading his clothes is a gift bestowed upon me by the heavens. It’ll be a waste if I don’t wear them. Are you guys jealous of me or something?” Sis Five glanced at the fighter aircraft next to theirs and suddenly exclaimed, “Crap. Lil Fox is about to take off.” The sisters got off the aircraft swiftly. Just before Baby Robbie’s fighter aircraft took off, Sis Two, Sis Five, and Sis Eight managed to squeeze themselves into Baby Robbie’s aircraft. The other sisters were clutching onto the wings and preparing to board the aircraft. Several agents saw that the beautiful challengers were showing no mercy and immed

she said but stood on the indicated chair as the other girls and Mike began to clap and hum the chicken dance. Becca covered her face and began to laugh as she wiggled her hips and flapped her arms like a chicken as everyone began to laugh and applaud. She quickly jumped back into the water and covered her face briefly, then turned to Lynn, who was beside her. Lynn was dared to sing and in turn, she dared Emma. Then it was Danni, and Megan, Susan, and then Beth, who dared Sally and then Sarah, and then finally it came all the way around to Tina.

"…Let us just hope for the best." The sisters were in the garden of their house, tending to the cows and sheep. They ran a dairy business, and they were extremely serious about it, so while the men were having the soup in the comfort of the ladies' bedroom, the sisters were checking on the state of the butter and the cheese. "The storm must have given the poor animals a good scare." "Naia!","Naia you are here!" The sisters ran and hugged their friend who sounded nothing close to her usual cheerful self.

Tiana told her with a smile. "Now, let me go and find that chicken cause I know one of these aunties are hiding it." Jasmine said squinting her eyes at everybody and Tiana laughed at her as she stood up. Tiana ate her food slowly checking her draft; Sisters Love Your Fellow sisters? Black Woman Love Your Fellow Black Woman? Isn't that it? Isn't that the rule?? Isn't that what we are meant to do? How many times are we instructed to support our fellow women? Support! Support!! Support!!!

Clifton poured her some warm water and said in a very low voice, "You don't need to worry about her. She'll eat anything. Have some water." When the first course of chicken soup was brought out, I was hit by the earthy scent of thyme and sage. My stomach clenched violently, and I gripped the edge of the table. Back in college, Clifton once bought me an Herboriste cocktail, and I threw up so badly downstairs at the dorm that I couldn't even stand. He carried me to the hospital and told the doctor, "I've made a note of this issue of hers. I'll make sure she avoids it from now on."