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Breakfast Time on the Island

Morning have broken, the skies are slowly turning from gray to tropical blue. The rooster was perched in the plumb tree crowing its head off. The yard dog stood under the tree barking at it. A gray white cloud lazily floated across the sky. Island boy stretched and yarned, ahhh yes, it was the beginning of summer holidays. A whole summer to go simmer down on the beach, go diving, wind surfing, sailing, and lets not forget the cook ups on the beach. Ahhh some fried fish, fish cakes, lobster, crab and calaloo. Man, all this day dreaming about food was making him hungry. He looked around the kitchen, what will he have for breakfast this morning. Ahhh yes, some saltfish souse sounds real good this morning, fry it down with some onions, garlic, tomatoes and yes a little pepper. And I do believe Mommy Charles had made some bakes last night, that will go real good with the saltfish souse. Oh and yes, I can make a hot cup of coacoa tea to drink with that.

grated-chocolate

Yes, this was a hearty breakfast for a busy island boy.

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Who wants Breakfast

Ahhh yes, some fishcakes, with hot pepper, onions, garlic some sweet peppers, yeah man, fry that down and make the house smell real good. Some bakes, oh yes, kneed that flour like you making bread then bake it and yes, it easy for so, I used to call it the [poor man’s bread you know. You can wash that down with what ever you like, some cocoa tea, orange juice, grapefruit juice, Maury, sorrel, passion fruit juice, man, I making myself thirsty just thinking bout it you know.  Yes man, this looks like a breakfast suited for a tropical king.

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Dreaming Of Breakfast

Ohhh Yes, plantains and salfish souse. Breakfast of an island champion.

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Whats for Breakfast on the Island

Ahhh yes, Randy was just down by the habour, man, he say he see plenty of  Titiree and Them, the blue sea water was black with them. Titiree

So he think to heself,  “bunjay!! Look at all dem fish dem nah.”   He scooped up a bucket of them and now, ohhh yes, now, he in he kitchin frying down some mean fist cake. Allthat seasoning, a little pepper, some flour and man them fish cake smell good for so.

fishcake

No better way to start a Sunday with some Titiree fishcake and some Bakes, oh yeah, don’t forget, a cup of hot cocoa tea, ahhh yes, best thing for a Sunday morning you know.

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Good Marning me Neighbours

Good Marning me Neighbours

Good way to start the marning, with some fruit, a little sour sop and some cahsews, on yes, better than cereal I tell you.

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Yum wake up feast

Yum wake up feast

Whats for breakfast, hows bout some fishcake with home made bread, made from a concrete over with coals not gas, and to top it off a hot cup of cocoatea, ahhh yes, that will get the morning going.

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Good Morning Neighbours

Good Morning Neighbours

Breakfast served island style

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Tropical Heat or Teenage Stupidity

It was early morning, around seven thirty or so. I was washing the breakfast dishes looking out the window at the rose bushes and flowers yard. I looked away to sort the dishes in the drying tray when I heard water splashing in the neighbor’s yard. I looked and low and behold there was the neighbor’s daughter using a small pan to pour water on herself, My fifteen year old hormones erupted and I almost fainted. I walked away from the window to the kitchen doorway and looked around like a chicken thief in Mr. Jones backyard. I walked back to the window, she was rubbing sweet soap (Palmolive) on herself, for a fourteen year old, that girl sure looked like a grown woman. She was humming a hymn, a bloody hymn, can you believe that. I wanted to call Rayfie so he could come see, but Mommy Charles was in her bedroom getting ready for work, instead, I stood there with an excited voice giggle in my head. My whole body was hot, my knees were weak and slowly one of the dirty calypso my farther liked so much was playing in my head. “Not a woman ever complain yet wid me, I eh boasting but I know I have durability, and if a woman ever tell you that I ever left her dissatisfied, she lie, she lie, she lie!” I felt dirty just having that song in my head, but at the time, I just could not get it out of m head. Suddenly, I heard a crack, followed by a crash, that sounded like dishes breaking. Before I could figure out what happened I heard, “You nasty little heathen, Macoing (peeping at) on de little girl, Jesus help you,” I looked down, a place was smashed in the sink, my should was stinging from the blow. I turned around, that look in Mommy Charles eyes, I immediately looked down at my feet, oh the shame, the shame the shame. “What I go do wid you, eh boy, what I go do,” she said, she was looking me up and down with disappointment, I turned around, trying to hide my fifteen year old excitement. The neighbor’s had a shirt on, she was looking directly at me with a damn smile on her face. “Go to your room and get ready for school,” Mommy Charles say. As I walked away I heard her say, “Dis child go drive me to the crazy house you know,” It took me two weeks to look Mommy Charles in the eye again. But that neighbor girl, she told all her friends because every time they saw me they would start giggling and looking at me.

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Awake

Awake

When the revolution of the blue skies over the grey skies occurs, the early morning sun shines pale orange on the ocean, and the green leaves, and the yellow fruit, and on the red mud. Life begins with the scent of nutmeg, cinnamon, and cocoa. The sounds of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen, the splash of water ads the neighbor takes a bath in his yard, a car horn somewhere in the village, fading soca music from a mini bus. Rise and shine, its another beautiful day on the edge of the rainforest.

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The Obeah Woman (From the Novel La Diablesse)

“Me grandma wan see you before you leave.” She said and walked out the door holding the dirty clothes in she hands. I got up and followed she into the other room; the bowls, candles and incense were all lit. Alison was standing at a door that I did not notice before, I mean, good lord man how many frigging doors did this little house have? She beckoned me over to she as she pushed the door open. Light flowed out of the room creating streaks of misty silver in the smoke. I stepped through the door looking at she as I went. There was a bed in one corner and a maple coloured table in the other, the table was packed with ornaments and bottles some wrapped in cloth or other material.  I stood looking at the table it reminded me of me mother’s bedroom, she had a small shrine in one corner of the room with a statue of Jesus as the centerpiece; I tell you what I used to be real afraid to go into that damn room at night, that statue might have slapped a sinner like me. 

“Ahhh, you interested in me gifts to Erzili Frieda?” I jumped when I heard the voice, I was so engrossed with the damn shrine I did not notice the old woman sitting in a chair next to the bed, it was the same woman who had poured the liquid into me mouth the night before. She head hung loosely as if she was asleep she dress spread over the chair making it seem like she was a head without a body. She motioned for me to come closer and I stepped forward bending over so she could see me face. 

“May god be wid you me son,” She said stroking me face, she bony fingers pinching me cheeks, bloody hell, why was it they all wanted to touch me blasted face? Skin hung off the sides of she face when she spoke, when she smiled the skin moved from side to side like the loose skin at the bottom of a turkey’s neck.

“You mus believe.” She emphasized lowering she hands she chin dropped to she chest and I heard she breath real deep, I guess she too was tired from the night events. I left the room as quietly as I could with Alison directly behind me, she walked me to the front door and opened it. 

“Sorry Ah cant offer you breakfast but granma don like it when someone she did a ceremony for stick round too long.” I told she I understood and walked out of the house and I thanked god because I did not want to stay any longer than I had to anyway. The afternoon sun was almost in the middle of the sky and I was blinded by it for a second, the trees had that golden tint and I smelt the sweet scent of mangoes in the air. I walked over to me bike and climbed on, the dirt road was dry making it easier to maneuver through the potholes. The children stood at the end of the road waving goodbye, they chased after the bike until I was moving too fast for them to keep up.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/248534

http://www.amazon.com/Diablesse-Anderson-Charles-ebook/dp/B00AIP7E9M/ref=sr_1_25?ie=UTF8&qid=1389549027&sr=8-25&keywords=la+Diablesse