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Babe, Where is the Coffee?

I advise you now, as my reader that this post may seem a bit silly to some.  However, I feel led to share it.  A few months ago I finally kicked the can sort of speak my addiction to drinking Monster Energy Drinks.  See, years ago I stopped drinking them after I had an experience that simply told me I had a problem.  I was on a crowded train one morning on my way to work.  I had decided to close my eyes for the span of time it usually took me to commute from the DeKalb Avenue stop in Brooklyn to my final destination W 34th Street in Midtown on the Q train; when suddenly I heard the sound of a can being opened.  The source of the sound was coming from a young man sitting directly across from me.  Without opening my eyes or even raising my head, I said out loud (so only I could hear it) “Mmm… I think that is a green Monster.”  To confirm my suspicion I quickly glanced across the car and low and behold it was a green Monster in his hands.

Giant Cup of CoffeeAt that moment, I was disgusted with myself.  I knew I had a problem.  I then vowed that I would never drink another can.   Fast forwarding about 3 years later, I somehow convinced myself that drinking just one Monster would not be so severe; however, once that liquid hit the back of my throat I was hooked.  I began my two cans a day habit less than a week later.  This time though I decided I would start drinking the light version that had no sugar or calories.   See, I had become resistant to its effects.  I wasn’t drinking Monster for the extra peep; I just liked the taste of it.

Well, after relocating to Texas earlier this year.  My husband jokingly called me out on my addiction one night after a midnight run to the grocery store.  Our plan had not been to pick up Monsters, but somehow I ended up with two cans in my bag.  Not be labeled as an “Addict” I kicked the habit for good this time, with the Lord’s help.  Now, I have claimed my deliverance from coffee.  The only time I have drunk it in the last couple of months is when we go out.  I have not purchased it to prepare at home.

However, this afternoon I showed a bit of weakness.  The Coach (what I affectionately call my husband) phoned me from the grocery store and asked if I needed anything.  I reluctantly said coffee after listing other items… Like almond milk and cabbage.  I even told him that I was trying not to buy it because I wanted to be delivered from it.  He told me though if I genuinely wanted it he would purchase it for me.  So I caved in and said yes please buy some.  Well, when he got home, and after we sat down for a late lunch… I started the kettle up, was happy even because I was about to make myself some coffee.

He had put the groceries away himself, so I began looking in the cabinet frantically for the coffee than in the pantry closet.  In both places, I couldn’t locate the coffee.  At this point, I had to ask him… ‘Babe, where is the coffee?’  He answered me so sweetly.  “I didn’t get it.  I am sorry; I was so concerned about the Almond Milk.  However, I think that was God trying to tell me.  That girl doesn’t need any coffee.”  Immediately I gave him a sideway glance and then had to laugh at myself and agree.  God was still looking out for me.  I have been delivered!

 

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Lela Fagan (Jefferson) is the author of the book “Poetry of a Black Girl: The Darkness and the Light” and lead blogger at “Memoirs of a Black Girl”. Lela is an avid reader “A Real Bookworm” of all things in print. She finds joy in sharing socially and blogging about topics that matter the most to her. Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. Lela now lives in Houston, TX with her husband Oji, an educator and Football Coach. @LelaJefferson - See more at: http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com/

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