Ohhh yes, its one of those Sundays, when you was to go sit on the hill top overlooking the emerald ocean, watch the sailboat glide into the beach, its white sails flapping gently in the wind. Marvel at the green trees with sprinkles of red flowers on them. Watch the shadows of seaweeds float back and forth in the ever moving surf. Smile as boys and girls compete to see who had the best run up and dive into the warm waters. See the house that are built into the forestry, yes man, look at the cluster of buildings in the small city, it was that very place last Sunday when you sat and watched the fish swim in the habour. Squint your eyes as the sun bounced off the colourful roofs, inhale the fresh sea air, shift a little making yourself comfortable on the soft grass you sat on. Take a sip from the cold refreshing Mango juice you brought with you. Ahhh yes brother, another peaceful Sunday on the island.
Ahhhh yes, mid marning Sunday on the island. No hustling to get to work, no traffic, no loud chatter of people, no loud music. Yes man, it is a good time to take a walk. Watch the small fishing boats bob in the water, sit on the edge of the side walk and dangle your feet into the clear ocean, watch the fish glitter in the morning sunlight, listen to the church bells chime in the city, watch a group of children diving off the concrete jetty, here the stevedores sing as they begin to load the banana boat. Sit there and daydream about the destination of the great ship until its lunch time. Walk up the cobble stones alley back to your house, past the Catholic church and hear the haunting melody of hymns. Stop at the bottom of the concrete steps and smell the food. Close your eyes and take a mental picture of the Sunday morning scenery you just left.
Ahh yes, Saturday, a great day to sit in the shade and watch the small fishing boats go by. A great day to just relax and watch the children playing cricket, splashing clear ocean water as they run. A great day to feel the hot sun that seeps through the leaves of the tree. Watch the fisherman put a fresh coat of bright coloured paint on his boat, his pride and joy. Watch his young son mend the fishing nets, preparing form the day when they can go out again. Watch the Rastamen walk by their black locks glistening in the sun. The lingering scent of ganja, the melody of they lingo. Ahhh yes, it is Saturday afternoon, beach time, do nothing, just watch the world go by.
Monday is still beach day. Don’t you want to feel the cool, tropical ocean hug you this marning. Ohhh yes, don’t deny. You want to feel your feel sink into that white sand. Fell the sun one your skin, taste that early morning mango juice. Hear someone playing a steel drum across the bay. Hear the chatter and laughter of school children walking to school. Oh yes, you can tell me you don’t, I just will not believe you. Now go on, wake up and live.
Hey, Joe, Joe, I man talking to you. You going ignore me eh? boy you lazy for so you know. Well I go talk anyway. You remember when we used to steal old man Johnson’s boat and go fishing in the middle of the night. Yes man, we used to have a lot of fun. Oh remember when i caught that shark, ohhh yes, right on the bloody line too. I was the champion fisherman then eh? You listening to me Joe, Bunjayyy, you not listening. You remember the morning that old man Johnson caught us. Ohhh that was a riot I tell you. yes man, we did not even see them, here we come, you in the water pulling the boat behind you. Here I was, standing on the stern of this little boat like I was some big time captain, me hand over me eye like some explorer looking for new land. Boy I tell you, old man Johnson and you mother was waiting for we. Your mother had a belt in she hand already. Boy, I never seen you run so fast ever, but boy you mother was even faster, That woman took off after you like a cat running from water. I eh never seen a old woman move so fast. I tell you, before you got to the road she was already there waiting on you. that woman is an expert at swinging a belt. To this day people still talking about the scandal, I mean they even call the police on we. I thought we were going to jail you know. Did you ever take that boat again eh? Joe, Joe I is talking to you man. Damn that Boy lazy for so you know.
Ahhhh the weekend is upon us, how about we relax and float, simmer down, take it easy, live while we living, cool yuhself, maintain, in short, lets make the weekend cool runnings.
Laying there in the boat, feeling it rock in the waves from a speed boat in the distance. Hearing the splash of he oceans on its sides, Peacefully laying down watching the sherbet world.
Neighbourooooo wake up, the rooster dem crowing you know, time to get up, look out your window and shout it out. Its Friday, lket the weekend begin, wey you going to the dancehall, to the beach, to antoher island just to visit, well, go have yuh fun you know. Time to rip ud de weekend. So simmer down, relax and float like you on the calm ocean. Enjoy yuh weekend.
Hope the sun is shining where you are and you can see the clear skies for miles and with it comes a peach that only you can find within. Now take that peace and spread it around. Hope your day is cool runnings.
Ahhhh the peace, not a bloody human in site, I can relax, enjoy this beautiful ocean, day dream, hmmmmm, maybe I can go explore the reef, see what my buddies are up to. Eric the eel, Rodger the stingray, wonder what they doing today. “Hey Joey, hows you doing today”? That is Joey the barracuda, when you see him you know there are no humans around. Wait a second, I may have talked too soon. What that? damn it, looks like some boat or something. Fishermen, let we dive down a little, don’t want them seeing me, damn humans will catch and eat anything. OK they gone, back to my relaxing, ahhhhhhhhh.