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Its a fish fry kinda night

Yes mon, blaze up the coal put, get the coconut oil, get the seasoned fish from the fridge, its time for an early evening fish frying session. Ohhhh I bet they could smell it all the way down the street, but I tell you what, I am not sharing, oh hell no, all this fish is mine. Man, I could taste the onions, I could taste the celery, I could taste the garlic, I could taste the thyme, this fish was seasoned real good.

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Christmas Is Comming

Growing up on the island, back in a day, the two distinct scents were paint and apples. Weird combination huh? Well the paint because every Christmas it was redecorating time. We sewed new curtains, some got new furniture, new kitchen wares, I mean all kinds of new things for the house, and the best part for me was the painting, I mean all kinds of bright colours. The drawing room, the kitchen, the bedrooms all got brand new paint jobs. Yellow, blue, green, I mean we made sure the house looked like a brand new rainbow. The sent of paint lasted for days I tell you. You may wonder why the scent of apples is one of the memories. Well back then we got apples only around Christmas time. Ohhh how I loved them apples, we only got the red ones, big juicy, sitting in a bamboo bowl in the center of the dining table. It was a ritual for me. Watching Mommy Charles take them out of the brown paper bag, going to the cubbard and getting the bowl, stacking the apples into it like a fruit pyramid, yes, I could not wait to sink my teeth into them. Later that day, the whole house would smell like apples. i used to sit in the kitchen close my eyes and inhale. Ohh yes, i can smell it now, apples and paint meant Christmas was right around the corner.

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Good Marning Neighbouroooooo

This marning, I will walk to a far away place, where the hustle and bustle of the concrete jungle is not heard, and mother nature is enjoying the peace that comes to the earth when there are no human beings around. I will find a path, where the leaves rain down on the inviting trail, so I can take a walk on a rainbow created by the season.

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Peace on earth good will to all

Peace on earth good will to all

Peace on earth good will to all

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The Coal Miner’s Daughter (From the novel “I am a Dirty Immigrant”)

Jenny had dark brown hair brown eyes, caramel complexion and a beautiful smile quite frankly, she had an island personality so I immediately felt comfortable with her. The first time we kissed was in front of the little chapel in the middle of the campus. I remember her looking shocked and then said, “Look what you went and done.” We were inseparable from that day, she always found a way to make …me laugh, she was and still is a good person. Our wedding was completely crazy, no one knew about it but my friend from Ethiopia and another friend from Zambia and her best friend, who now hates me, I guess because I am so bloody good looking, was also there. We left the campus and drove three hours to Richmond Kentucky. When we got to the courthouse I was told I had to have identification, so we drove the three hours back to the school and low and behold the bloody car broke down. We borrowed my friend’s car and drove the three hours back to Richmond. We got married at the house of a preacher, an older black man with his aging mother in attendance. When all was done we drove back to the school, I went to the gym and got dressed for a ball game, I played the game and after I saw her for about ten minutes then went to my dorm. Yes my friend I spent my wedding night sleeping on the top of a bunk bed that was about five inches too short for me.