When i was 8 i wanted to be a clown.
After several readings of Enid Blyton's Mr Galliano's Circus and visions of peddling along a teeny weeny rope on a tricycle, coupled with an exkashun to Suarez Bro's Circus sometime in 1985, i decided this was my chosen calling.
I would brave the wrath of the lions (meh parents) and the tigers (meh grandparents) and the elephants ( cuz i be scared of em) and become a famous clown.. code name kerrie the clown.. creative i must say.
My sister had other plans, she wanted to be a maid in Scotia Bank, and much to my mother's dismay, we set a course to achieve these high aspirations. After numerous attempts to make my sister disappear, and several dead cats later, i realised it just was not the job for me. My inability to balance due to some kinda weird inner ear problem my sister has ( im a hypochondriac), i could not bring myself to get my two tonne tricycle up on Hanuman's cow rope.
Plus it smell like ass eh real ass! Time to change course. the writer could not be silenced, by lix nor by threats of more lix.
Around age 8 i realised most of my cousins had decided on their paths.
Mimi only taking care of the younger ones, bathing, burping, feeding bleh bleh.
Gavvy keeping everybody in line, making we bed, obeying orders.
Nasa causing real comess and then cackling behind Blackey cage and the Julie mango tree.
Ren was laying low waiting to see what everybody else do before she make ah move.
Now one bajillion years later here we are...
Mimi the mother with a tiny Snofie named Sofie
Gavvy keeping everybody in line, giving order, taking orders in CID
Nasa jes get arrested again fuh being in possession of copper um rings ....umm yea
Ren stray off de path onto no man's land, among the readers and learners, jes like Basso.
and I the reporter, telling u all their business.
The thief, the police, the reporter, the mother, the teacher...
One string ah bodi to bind we.
After several readings of Enid Blyton's Mr Galliano's Circus and visions of peddling along a teeny weeny rope on a tricycle, coupled with an exkashun to Suarez Bro's Circus sometime in 1985, i decided this was my chosen calling.
I would brave the wrath of the lions (meh parents) and the tigers (meh grandparents) and the elephants ( cuz i be scared of em) and become a famous clown.. code name kerrie the clown.. creative i must say.
My sister had other plans, she wanted to be a maid in Scotia Bank, and much to my mother's dismay, we set a course to achieve these high aspirations. After numerous attempts to make my sister disappear, and several dead cats later, i realised it just was not the job for me. My inability to balance due to some kinda weird inner ear problem my sister has ( im a hypochondriac), i could not bring myself to get my two tonne tricycle up on Hanuman's cow rope.
Plus it smell like ass eh real ass! Time to change course. the writer could not be silenced, by lix nor by threats of more lix.
Around age 8 i realised most of my cousins had decided on their paths.
Mimi only taking care of the younger ones, bathing, burping, feeding bleh bleh.
Gavvy keeping everybody in line, making we bed, obeying orders.
Nasa causing real comess and then cackling behind Blackey cage and the Julie mango tree.
Ren was laying low waiting to see what everybody else do before she make ah move.
Now one bajillion years later here we are...
Mimi the mother with a tiny Snofie named Sofie
Gavvy keeping everybody in line, giving order, taking orders in CID
Nasa jes get arrested again fuh being in possession of copper um rings ....umm yea
Ren stray off de path onto no man's land, among the readers and learners, jes like Basso.
and I the reporter, telling u all their business.
The thief, the police, the reporter, the mother, the teacher...
One string ah bodi to bind we.
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