Cocoo & Okra

Cocoo & Cocoo & Okra My friend from the West Indies invited me over for a hot dinner. O I was happy, it's cold still ya know out here in Calgary, Alberta. We get more than our share of old time winter. He sat me down at his fine table with a printed tablecloth and a wonderful white lace doily in the center. Fresh fruit and Mango drink. Now cmon am I special, do ya think. I knew I was in for a treat but not a treat such as this. My mouth was watering, I held my hands in a fist, O I folded my arms, I didn't want him to see me anxious like this. He brought me an ole time meal ummmh I was getting the real deal. Well now, I was expecting, chicken, rice and black eye peas. Lord he came back with a whole lot of food and all for me. No chicken and no black eye peas. It was cocoo and Okra, if you please. I know I died and went to Heaven that day. When I finished packing all that away. Lawd, he came back again with a tall pitcher of Moby, ouuu well, I ain had bitters for a very long time. This man sure knows how to dine. I want to smack myself silly just to see if I'm really alive. Lord have mercy, what did I do to deserve all this. I hope Cedric Lucas keeps me on his list. I bet after dinner, he's gonna play some Reggae music or maybe some Blues, perhaps a little Jazz, then he'll never lose. Well, he fed my tummy and now my soul...Hmmm Hmmm well now, I'm thinking, he sure can cook ya know what I'm sayin... lololol what else. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: April 25/2014