The Summer of Jordi Perez


Something I guess what I hadn’t forseen about falling in love with someone is how much your heart can ache to take away their pain.’

‘When you’re making your way through the world in a look you feel confident about, everything feels easier’.

Abby and her summer romance tale slayed my life in August. Which is why I’m sharing my thoughts about this highly recommended novel. I read each chapter like one relishing tiny bits of their favourite chocolate bar. Every night after a productive day I’d curl up under my cotton covers and read two to three reward chapters. Initially I was sceptical about this book. It was named after another female character the heroine was competing with but crushing on.  But I now agree with Julie Murphy, this novel is truly a dreamy, queer, fat girl rom-com. I know how many times I have read fat or plus-size heroine chicklit or romance novels which were disappointing. But not with this novel. It’s a witty, young adult, queer romance novel. Genres I love! I read this at a time when I’d just uplifted my body confidence which took a dip. Being a thick babe, I could relate with Abby’s sentiments on full body pictures and her worries about online fat shaming. Amidst her fashion blogging, Abby landed her dream internship. Abbs, career babe, colorful fashionista!

It was comedic. Just when Abby’s worries and observations would scurry around pages. Her goofy friends and plot ironies would lighten the mood. This was my favourite funny conversation;

‘Are you crying?’ Jax asked with a horrified edge to his voice. ‘No!’ I am lying. Lying and crying. He sort of scatters extra napkins near my face, which–despite my tears–makes me burst into laughter. ‘Why are boys so scared of girl feelings? I ask. ‘Abbs, I’m a feminist’, he says. ‘I’m equally scared of all feelings.

I know! Jax and Abby spent the summer eating burgers and reviewing them as part of data collection for his father’s soon to be launched rating app, Best Blank. I mused about having a friend who would pick me up in a fancy car to eat free burgers for research. Then I remembered every other Friday evening my sis and I drive around Ojo to get great shawarma to eat. I am living the life!

Mailah who is Abby’s best friend disappointingly spends most of summer with her boyfriend Trevor. Jordi Perez, the other intern and photographer is an adorable and talent young woman.  All the swimming parties, restaurant hunting, parents avoiding, kissing, photography and fashion aside. I love this fat girl narrative. The writing is simple, clear, witty, reflective, engaging and flows beautifully. Set in Los Angeles, I loved how different characters like Abby’s mother and her health eating business were some form of antagonist contradiction for Abby. Look Jordi, Jax, Abby and Mailah thought me a bunch of lessons about forgiveness and rebuilding trust with effective communication, trying out new things and finding work balance in a romantic relationships or friendship.

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‘And to all the girls who worry they take up too much space: you don’t’.. these are the words Amy Spalding ends her acknowledgement with. Amy lives in Los Angeles and has a B.A in Advertising and Marketing Communications. This is her sixth book. Check out her other novels at her site.  Sky Pony Press, New York published this novel in 2018.


If I Could

If only I could take her home that afternoon..lord knows the things I would have done to her. While fake sobbing, with my right arm wrapped around her wide curvy hips, I had made my request.

‘Be with me’. I asked her.

She blushed then chuckled. Seductive sounds like whispers spurred me on.

‘I’m in love with your body’, I continued, sitting forward. Removing my cheek from the curve of her hip to rest my small chin on it. I stared up into her face while the world buzzed around us. My best friend chuckled at my confession. He drew us out of our reverie even though he handsomely stood at arms length.  I breathed against the smooth black fabric of her skirt pulling away from it. One last sniff stored away her floral, slightly earthy scent. This sent pleasure waves across my big soft breasts peeping through the V in my white short sleeved dress. Wrinkles form a step of lines at my waist and hips as I sat perched on the steel chair. I couldn’t look at my chuckling best friend while she went on to ask questions. With each question she stroked my small glittering earlobe and poofy, kinky, nape bun. It was torture having her voluptuous butt so close to my left arm while answering intelligently.

“What would your Mom say? People would bash us!”, her rushed words voice her founded worries. “Who cares about what people would say? My mother is supportive.” I answer quickly.  As usual, she didn’t discourage my advances. Neither did she outrightly say she was mine. As the  intoxicating coffee coloured beauty she is, she flirted.  Which was worse. Blissful torture.

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If I took her home that afternoon. I would love her. I’d cook whatever little thing I had in those large, clear, plastic food containers. Maybe eba and some bitter-spicy ofe nwugo . We’d giggle as we slip out of our work clothes of peach velvet, half shoe and burgundy mules, white cotton dress, black skirt and wine chiffon shirt.  Maybe we’d leave the clothes on the tiny white fur rug way from the grease smeared glass bowls on the left tree stomp stool. My petite palms held by her dark knuckled palms guiding mine to her waist.

To gently peel off her panties while she wiggles her hips and smiles,

to kneel on tickly fur before her clit and lap at it till it tweaks,

to ease her nude coffee body unto my cotton soft bed and pastel pillows. Pillows that cradled my lustful dreams of her body every other night.

To cup—massage her small breasts,

to bend my brown-pink soft lips to litter feather kisses on her dark chocolately nipples,

to follow my kisses with warm tongue lapping and swirling,

to pump desire that I feel into her while sucking her budded nipples.

To hear her moan as my tongue retracts into my moist mouth and

stamp soft kisses from her erect left nipple to her right breast.

If I could get her to bend on her knees and palms. I’d savour my delicacy, her upturned vulva, labia lips, clit, vestibule and butt cheeks. It would be a feast of licks, dripping  juices, moans, nibbling, gentle sucking, licks, pumping a finger or two into her vagina. I’d increase my tempo then slowly savour her. And when repeated oragsms make her thick brown thighs quiver weakly. I’d pull her to sit on my thick caramel coloured thighs. I’d stroke her dark tummy as her back heaves against my full breasts.. My lips would whisper in her ears.

“Did you like that? Would you like something to drink? Should I do that again. Would you like to touch me more? Your skin is smoother than it looks. You taste delicious and creamy. I want to be with you again. Stay the weekend please.”

Or maybe I’d maneuver our thick thighs, press my perky nipples into her smooth back while we cuddle then  sleep on my cool, brown Binti-afrofuturism themed golden art-etched tiles.

If I could.. but I can’t. Till I can, I’ll take her for the food festival thus weekend. She has wanted to attend. “Afrobeats, fellow food lovers, vendors of scintilating taste, sunshine filtered by smoky heat, fashionistas, debit card swipes and us. Won’t that be amazing?!” I ask looking into her brown gold flecked eyes.

“It will!”, she agrees slowly withdrawing her hand from my earlobe.

•IF I COULD is a ZAZA entry. ZAZA is a heartfelt queer memoir of self love, sensuality, erotic sex and romance.


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On 18th September 2018, a new Tuesday Feature Series, ZAZA,  is being published on Amethyst Saw. ZAZA is a heartfelt queer memoir of self love, sensuality, erotic sex and romance.

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This memoir is written by Amethyst Saw. It shares the story of a young bisexual Nigerian woman. More than a peep into this urban interior decorator’s private life. Her memoir narrates her queer experience and existence in Nigeria. Sensuality, steamy erotica and hopeful love are artistically written through first and second persons point of view. ZAZA can be classified in the African literature, Queer Erotica, Young Adult Romance genres.


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This curated journey of love and discovery adds to the growing queer narrative from the African continent. With a greater need to narrate, document, share and explore African queer realities. This series pieces together honest and sensual entries.

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“It’s as if when you love someone, they become your reason.”

“Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.”

“I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.”

“And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn’t make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.”

I found Everyday to be filled with wisdom. A had me living the existence of an intersex teenage soul. I’m yet to a more inclusive first person story. My ebook is littered with highlighted sentences which made me think a lot about my life. The choices I make, my appreciation of my family, friends, lovers, habits and daily routines, my financial status, beliefs and spirituality, my relationship investments and even cybersafety.

“Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn’t have to venture deep down in order to get to love.”

I really liked A, the soul character of this novel. Everyday A wakes up in a new teenager’s body and tries to live that person’s life responsibly then leaves. Until A is Justin and falls in love with his girlfriend, Rhiannon. Then it’s everyday in a different body but in love with the same girl. A just don’t stay in love with Rhiannon but finds her everyday in  various bodies to build memories and make her know them. Slowly Rhiannon develops affection for A while enduring her unsatisifying relationship with Justin. I was very happy about their budding romance. There was the monotony of A’s existence which changed to adventure after attending a party in the body of good boy Peter who wanted answers afterwards.  Everyday they and Rhiannon communicated in person or via email was a treat. Their dialogue was honest. 

“Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.”

A had a lot of wisdom to share with me. I people watch a lot and observe life so I found many realisations true and learnt new things. I agree with writers of other reviews that a major theme of this bestselling novel is identity. Infact, simply reading the novel broadens one’s mind on identity (all its aspects). Almost every reality is reresented through’s A’s journey. From religious teenagers to drug addicted ones to Beyonce-slay, black queen to low-income, buff, white boys and asian teens. Everything—even a Latino gay boyfriend attending pride, menstrual cramping, illegal, immigrant maid and a suicidal girl. It was admirable how responsible A was with each body lived in, sometimes doing something good for the person before midnight. 

“Self-preservation isn’t worth it if you can’t live with the self you’re preserving.”

This novel was character dense. Its Chapters written in number of days, eg. Chapter 5999. All these were tools used by the author to address issues of gender, identity, soulful love,finance and tech, humanity and societal rules.  The narrative was in simple English, honest tone and thought provoking. Written in stream of consciousness and first person point of view, it was intimate and emotional. I really recommend this book which now has a movie adaptation. It was set in various homes across Maryland in the US. Rhiannon’s house was a focal point A and their bodies kept charting to each day. I was upset about the end of the novel but A, always being fair left Rhiannon with a kind of lover she needed while going to find themselves. This amazing read gets four fireworks. if you’d like to know answers to what makes us human and how to live consciously daily. 

“I don’t have the heart to tell him that’s the wrong way to think about the world. There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.”