Why I Asked My Brother If He Masturbates

The lady preaching at the Sunday night service during our annual church conference is a tall, dark skinned woman, from Zimbabwe, could be Zambia, I’m not sure but definitely one of the African countries that start with Z. She walks up the stage, I mean pulpit, with a stride and the confidence she wears on every step is unmatched. You can feel her power, it is almost as if she doesn’t even need to speak for you to get…