When the Love is Black, It is Real

Good day to all Hiveans, it is another coffee day as far as I am concerned, I know some people will argue that everyday is coffee day. I will not dispute that, because that is what it is. I can confidently tell you that my love for coffee is black and real. No one would derive love from just one taste. This simply implies that for me to conclude that my coffee should be black and real means that I have tried other flavours, I have observed the effect of black coffee in comparison with other flavours. One of my favourite preaching is that, "For newbies coffee has a bitter taste, there is need for enough sugar to neutralise the bitter taste and more sugar to make it taste sweet."

One thing that I have been consistent with, aside loving black coffee is a white mug. I love seeing my coffee in a white mug. My wife will always say that me and white mug are five (5) and six (6). I could remember when my last mug got broken, it took me some days before seeing a white replacement. And, for those days consuming my coffee in another colored mug did not go well with me. It actually seems as if I was taking what I love wrongly. Honestly, I love it that way. This has made me to believe and know that once one gets comfortable with something, then it becomes a tradition.

All photographs are mine: Every of it taken with my Samsung Galaxy A24