Tag: ScripturesSassandStories
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Grace Runs the Household
Grace Runs the Household A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh Scripture: Proverbs 16:32 (NLT)“Better to be patient than powerful; better to have self-control than to conquer a city.” The clock was ticking like it had a personal vendetta.Groceries sat on the counter, silently judging me.The laundry was forming alliances with the dishes,and the…
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The Fire Drill on Faith Street”
The Fire Drill on Faith Street A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh At exactly 7:00 p.m., the neighborhood siren wailed again—one of those routine safety tests that made people look up from their screens for half a second before scrolling back down. But not Auntie Nella.She stood on her porch in her…
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The Lace and Lessons Club
The Lace and Lessons Club A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh Every second Saturday, the women of Sasspoint Village met in the church lounge for what the younger ones called “Fashioned in Faith.” Miss Thelma led the group, her pearl earrings swaying like punctuation marks of wisdom.“Now, darlings,” she began, smoothing her…
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The Paradoxical Picnic
The Paradoxical Picnic A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh “A cheerful disposition is good for your health; gloom and doom leave you bone-tired.” Proverbs 17:22 The Message (MSG) Inez Cane—self-proclaimed Logistical Luminary of Sasspoint Village—believed that spontaneity only worked with spreadsheets. So naturally, she brought three to-do lists to the trial picnic. Dressed…
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Photosynthesis and Foolishness
Photosynthesis and Foolishness A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh She didn’t plant these for “aesthetic serenity.”She planted them to keep from saying things that couldn’t be un-said. Every leaf in her little jungle had a job.The tall fiddle leaf handled gossip control.The pothos managed patience.And the peace lily—well, that one was on probation.…
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Spontaneous Cuisine
Spontaneous Cuisine A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh “Banana or plantain—what’s the difference?”That was the sentence that started it all. Chef Chloe, the master of flavors of Sasspoint Village’s food scene, had cooked for politicians, influencers, and the lady who critiques casseroles like she’s on a panel. But today, she met her match…
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The Joy Route — Exit 17:22
The Joy Route — Exit 17:22 A Sasspoint Village Story by Anita T. Kumeh “Next stop—Heartland,” said Auntie Michal, flicking her blinker like she owned the interstate of life. We were on a spontaneous road trip. The kind that starts with, “Let’s just get out of town before somebody starts a monologue of murmuring.” The…
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Without Permission
WITHOUT PERMISSION A Sasspoint Village Short Storyby Anita T. Kumeh The lobby buzzed like a beehive in designer heels.Executives floated past one another, wearing name badges that were bigger than their humility.Every lanyard declared legacy.Every handshake calculated future mergers. And then— She arrived. Paisley couture.Gold boots loud enough to wake sleeping destiny.A leather-bound journal tucked…
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When Eyes Turn
When Eyes Turn A Sasspoint Village Fiction Tale The “desert” was loud that morning. Not with people, of course—nobody sensible visited sand on purpose—but with rumors. Rumors that something extraordinary was happening out there in the dunes, past the point where phone service fainted and hydration struggled. The townsfolk of Sasspoint Village squinted through binoculars,…