I can already smell the hot air rising up from the roads after a rain. I can see the lady fanning her corn on the side of the highway, smoke encircling her as she tries to get the roast under control. In the distance I see a cloth banner hanging from the Claxton Bay flyer over, it says...Welcome home rampaul, yuh mudda cant...and I sigh happily as if it were written just for me. I imagine driving down the highway, in awe at new things, buildings, less grass, a new horse running madly along near Caroni. I imagine getting to south passing Southland Mall..we cud go there for dinner ker, wuh yuh think? mom says to me placing her hand on my knee...yuh mad or what! We drive past the big tree in Palmiste, my coconut man standing next to his truck, his dirty tight, white shirt exposing his dark, hairy belly, while he wipes jelly from his lips. Nasty grocery makes me smile.. we cud get some wine there for tonight yes... We drive past Fong's mansion, wave and nobody inside and keep heading r...
I live my life in a series of quotations. Regarding my years as chapters, in an unpublished book. My family and friends give me inspiration, allowing me to write what I see as my world. Then there is another world. One where characters come alive to me. From books, memories, feelings. A world I created just for me. This blog is the intertwining of these worlds... the best parts of me. Enjoy