Ahhh Look at the village, look at how peaceful it is nah man. I could hear the birds and them singing like crazy, that melody sweet for so, just l like an old time calypso. Now the rooster join in with a powerful solo. I tell you what, this symphony sound better than Sunday marning church singing. Oh wait, here comes the back rhythm section as the wind sweep through the bamboo in the back yard. Oh yes, let me stand here and close me eyes for a second, yes, that is it, let that early marning breeze tickle me skin, ahhhh, nice and cool. Ok, that good, let me sit down here and look out at the hills and them, watch them turn from first light gray to tropical green. Yes man, the best way to start me weekend, right here looking out at the village.
Ahhh yes, it is a great day to stay home from work. Come, sit with me, out in the sunshine, listen to the waves, smell the salt in the air. Close your eyes, feel the cool trade winds brush against your skin. Smell the aroma of wild flowers as the wind bounce of the hilltop and back out to sea. Listen to the clinging of ice as thirsty tourists raises they glasses of guava juice, or is it pineapple juice. Hear the sound of the lone calypsonian strumming on his guitar somewhere on the beach. Listen to the roof of the stray hut whistle, watch the coconut tress sway, hear the sound of sails flapping in a gust of wind. Feel the coolness of Mango juice run down your throat. Yes, perfect day to brush of work, perfect day to just sit and let the sun soak in.
Ahhh yes, sitting on the verandah overlooking the village. Listening to the birds chirp in the trees at the side of the house. Hear the voices of children playing somewhere in a yard. The bray of a donkey, the encouragement of a farmer as he tries to get the animal to keep going. Take a ship from the glass of orange juice, listen to the clinging of the ice that floated in it. Shiver a little as the early morning breeze whistles through the house. The trees sounding like the ocean washing ashore as the gust sweeps through them. Watch the ice glisten in the glass as the sun seeps through the thick leaves of the mango tree, just for a second. Close your eyes, but there is no darkness as the sun beats down on your face. Its the weekend, another tropical weekend, Nothing to do but lay back and enjoy.
Ahhhh, this is the life. Just hanging around, no worries for today. Oh come on, don’t be jealous. I mean just because I am cute, and I have this perfect two toned colour that matches perfectly, don’t mean you have to hate. I mean hate the game not the player. Ahhh yes, can you feel that nice cool morning breeze, air so clean you can almost taste it, jungle so pristine you just want to live in it. Now if I can just get you to stop destroying it I will be a lot happier. You see I look much better climbing trees here than in some bloody cage. I know, you want to gawk at me, say gu gu ga ga things like I am one of your snort nose off springs, but me, all I want to do is find a strong tree and hang around all day, something you wish you can do. Anyway, I am going back to my swinging, I will leave you to get to your rat race. Not trying to be sarcastic but may peace like this be with you.
Its a new day wake up stretch your hands to the sky, pop you joints, smile at the sun, then go for a run on the white sand beaches. Ahh the peace and tranquility, the warm breeze brushing your skin, the sand giving way beneath your feet as you run. Ahhh yes time to be island peaceful, even if in your day dreams.
So here i was, babysitting my niece and my nephew, she was about three and he was about five, stupid me, I sat in the veranda with the best view looking out at the ocean, a cool breeze sweeping through the house. Ohh it was a perfect scene. Unfortunately it was the perfect atmosphere for a man tired from chasing around two young ones. So as much as i fought it, I slowly dozed off. i was having this real good dream. i was on the beach, this really beautiful woman was walking towards me, she was smiling and looking at me. Ohh yes, she was going to talk to me. She walked up to me and leaned in, my heart was racing, sweat poured down my forehead, this dream was my lucky dream. When the woman’s lips was close to my ear, she began to speak, but for some reason she was whispering, and even stranger it sounded like she was whispering in two different voice, simultaneously. I opened my eyes, I had fallen asleep with ny head laying back on the top of the chair, my mouth wide open, and above my mouth was a little hand, with a big ugly bug dangling from little finger over my open mouth. My niece was whispering “Don’t do that,” My nephew, whispering back, “Shhhh,” I pretended to still be asleep and he hesitated, then i brought my hand up and slapped the roach away. Ohh the screams and the fear as they scampered into the house, to the bedrooms, closed the door and proceeded to hide. I let them stay in there so they would believe i was angry, but the sucker that i am I was not. Hell i did more mischievous things when i was their age.
It is that time of early evening, when nature finally decides to hide the mistakes that man have made in the daylight, and a warm breeze tickles the leaves of the mango trees, and a confused rooster crows somewhere in the bushes. When the owl hoots while perched on the branch of a breadfruit tree, and the noise of traffic and commerce fades to a simple murmur, and children sit on the veranda to watch the fireflies swirl around the hibiscus tree. Yes it is that time of evening to relax and float.
I can hear the wind rustle through the tree, hear the birds busy at work, pecking on the ripen fruit, hear the thud of one of the fruit as it hit the ground. I walked out to the tree, the birds scattered in every direction, a symphony of squawks, I shook the tree, nothing fell. I needed to get the short ladder, damn it, too early for that, but I wanted that sapodilla. I got the ladder stretched out, picked one, sat on the ladder and took a bite, oh what creamy sweet, heavenly taste, what a way to start the day, clear skies, cool breeze and a sweet, sweet sapodilla.
Would be a nice place to spend a Sunday afternoon, cool breeze, mild sunshine, sounds of birds, would it be a dream.
Out on the verandah, looking down at the village, listening to the birds sing, cool breeze comes in from the ocean in the distance, the sound of boys playing cricket in the pasture, a cutlass chopping down a tree, someone singing in the house next door, the flap of wings above, the sound of the wind whistling through bamboo trees, ahhhhhh a typical day in a tropical village.