Somewhere over the rooftops, you can see the blue sky, cloud like white shadows disappear into cotton candy puffs. Somewhere across the rooftops, down into the market, a fruit vendor lays out his colourful fruit, singing along to the calypso music thumping from the minibus. Somewhere, just beyond the rooftops, where the natural habour sits, with houses nestled in the trees, the fishermen prepare to go out to sea. Somewhere across the rooftops, a young boy pulls on the ropes sending the chimes of the church bells echoing through the city. Somewhere beyond the rooftops, school children chatter as they walk the narrow streets. Overlooking the rooftops, I daydream about the beach, the rolling waves, the scent of salt, the jumping fish, the glitter of the sun against the water. Somewhere across the rooftops, paradise waits for every man.
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.
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.
Its de weekend you know, hope all you have a nice and smooth time. Relax, pay attention to every moment, life is too long to not enjoy.
The steeple of the church I went to as a kid. Ahhh the mischief I got into there lol.