She dipped her big toe in the cold water,
The act of sneaking out was being perfected.
Her sheepish smile widens as the sounds of her accomplices announce their entrance.
today was going to be a good day!
The mango bush adventure, the river side drama, the breadfruit and ackee cookout!
Walking home from school in the rain with no shoes on, picking guavas and whatever fruits were in season.
Playing chinese skip, ring games, stuckey pully and hide and seek in the bang grass!
On hot days there is nothing you want more than a 'suck-suck' aka serve-me-long or a bag juice!
Then it was time to practice for festival, doing some folk song or a Jamaican dialect piece or in other cases, Nature by H.D. Carberry!
Then it was time for common entrance and everyone's picking schools and of course nothing but the best in the parish!
Sports day and class party and school trip all over Jamaica!
Getting nauseous driving to town on the junction road!
Spending summer everywhere except home!
Robins Bay or IB every sunday, then Ghee Whizz for ice-cream!
Or wait on creamy on the honda 50 fi get a cone or a nutty buddy!
Sunday school with grandma and singing in the choir!
Every easter, christmas sunday, and nigh night, church pack!
the power cuts and water shortage, river come down and bridge gone!
Summer school and VBS, getting ready for September morning!
New shoes, uniform and school bag.
The smell of new books and the anxiety of seeing your old friends and to see who the new girl or boy is going to be.
Chocolate tea, fried dumplin and ackee an saltfish!
Yes, grandma spoiled me!
then you leave...
u pass the green mountains and hills overlooking the junction road.
Crowded bus, with all the country people going to town. Hoping for nothing but the best.
Now, you crave the smell of fresh breadfruit roasting on a coal stove or open wood fire.
The sound of the rain beating down on the zinc roof.
The sound of grandma's voice and grandpa wanting some coffee.
I've learnt that no matter where you go, you will always always miss the simplest things you take for granted.Me, I miss being ten and a real country girl.
It must be disheartening to know I have had to heal from you that your betrayal is one of the reasons for the crisp clear obvious lines I now flaunt You must have suffered some disappointment by my loss of poor self-esteem because I had found the courage to become inconvenient for you You must have had some pondering days Because I was good to you and you knew I never deserved it But it was good for me that I was afflicted It was good that your big, bad, broad, petty back was turned when I truly needed you because I would still be hanging on to your coattails It was good for me that I was afflicted I had to fight my way through my own self-inflicted wounds to wind up in my healing alone I was overly confident about my position in your life I thought you were a day one even though you weren’t around since day one But had the feeling like a day one Maybe because I treated you like a day one and things that happen...
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