ABOUT
THE BOOK

I finally find a piece of paper but I frown. No pen. Khaira who’s been watching me figures I’m in distress. She fishes out a pink stick from one of her pockets and offers it to me.
My left palm as surface, I use my daughter’s My Little Pony to scribble a few words on the paper. Now I really look like a gay wedding planner. Once done, I hand back the pen to Khaira and scan what I wrote. Six words. That will get me lynched.
Two days to go and those are all I can come up with. I must be an idiot. Inhaling deeply, I mentally psyche myself, I can do it. Do I have a choice? If I don’t deliver the wedding speech, my fiancée Kelly’s going to ice me. If I do, the guests will probably do it for her.