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Ahhhh Grenada Canival Highlights

POEMS Storyteller

Rainy Season

Rainy days are made for walking on water

For listening to the rain hitting the galvanized roof

For day dreaming to the rhythm on your umbrella

For splashing in puddles as you walk

Oh yes that fun is not reserved for kids only

For watching the remnants of a rainbow float in a pothole

Smiling at the heavens when lightening cracks the sky

Creating a lyric to the blast of thunder

Sleeping but being aware of the wind howling through the house

The scent of smoke as Mommy Charles lit the coals in the coal pot

Sitting under a tree watching the raindrops darken the red mud

Falling asleep to the sound of rain on banana tree leaves



A little Soca music for your late morning.

Le me leh me do it nah. dance time.

Stories Storyteller

Giant frog

Giant frog

What a massive frog, we used to call them Crapo, in the country side people eat them and call them Mountain Chicken, me I just called them big and scary. When we lived in the city, on Lucas street, for some reason those bloody things loved to come into our house. One morning I heard Mommy Charles shouting so me and Raphie went to see what was going on. There standing in the back room was Mommy Charles and one hell of a big frog, staring each other down, as if deciding a next move. The second me and Raphie entered the room Mommy Charles suggested that we get rid of it. Well we did not want to kill it so Raphie got a broom and began to gentle nudge the monster towards the do. That bloody beast had some powerful legs, all it took was three nudges to get it to the front door. It jumped over a table, a chair, and at one point over me. We finally got it out the front door, closed the door and went about our business. Mommy Charles needed something from a neighbor, so she asked Raphie to go get it. He opened the door and I heard him scream, then he stumbled back into the house, the from sitting on his chest. All hell broke lose, the damn beast was looking form revenge. It jumped on the dining room table, surveyed the room them jumped at me, I ducked and all I saw was the damn beast’s butt floating by me. I darted in the opposite direction. Raphie was still a little shocked, standing there eyes wide open, mouth hanging down. The monster frog hit the ground then was airborne again, went straight through the from door and we heard it land in the mud outside. Raphie rushed to shut the door. Mommy Charles came out of the her room. “Boi you get me ting for me?” She asked, me and Raphie just stood there, not saying a word.


More silliness on the radio show.

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