Nice and smooth,
Nice and smooth,
Grenadian people doing dey ting. Sing it.
ahhhhhh sing me brudda.
My school was playing another school in a football, soccer, match in a village called Hurricane, The game was close, two alls with less than two minutes to go. The boys were getting real rough, pushing and tripping. At one point, a scuffle broke at because one of the opposing team tripped one of our players. Boys were pushing each other, yelling, “Boboclart, wey you do dat for eh?” the referee rushed over, “Is a game, is a game wah all you fighting for, bunjaaaa, all you school children have too much temper you know!” Nobody threw a punch, they knew that if they did, chances are they will never play again. After the last harsh word was shouted, and the last threat was promised, and the referee blowing his whistle for the thousandth time, the game commenced. With less than a minute to go, one of the boys from my school team broke away, he was streaking down the feel, the ball expertly played in front of him. The mid filder from the other team confronted him, he jucked to the left, then jucked to the right and brap, the defender fell on him bamsi. The crowd was in a frenzy. “Go go go go go!, my schoolmates shouted, “Kick him in he shin, knock him down!” The opposition supporters shouted. The boy was still going, like a young Pelé. The other teams full back rushed forward, a big kid, he was so big he looked like a grown man compared to our little striker. The stricker did some fancy foot work, one foot going over the ball and then the other taping the ball IN the other direction, the full back grunted, he knew he was beaten, he stumbled, tried to regain his footing, but it was too late, with lighten speed the stricker went around him and raced to the goal. The goalkeeper waited, his body tense, his eyes as big as an owl caught in daylight. The stricker kicked, the crowd erupted, “Catch de ball, catch de ball!” The goalkeeper’s supporters shouted. The goalkeeper threw himself to the right, but the ball went to the left, “GGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL!!!” my school mates shouted, and the dancing ensued, girls wining, boys jumping, screaming, “We bust dem up, we ge dem good licks!” We danced all the way to the bus singing, Goal in you bam bam, goal in you bam bam!” When we reached the bus we heard someone shout, “Hey!” we all turned round, about ten boys from the other school stood there, “All you win the match, but we go win de fight!” Then they charged, we were unprepared. As they approached we pilled onto the bus and closed the doors, Then were pounding on the bus mad they could not get at us. One of the girls opened a window, pushed her head out ands stuck her tongue, someone jumped up and slapped her, she pulled her head back into the bus and we sped off as they showered us with a barrage of stones.
Grenada soca for your cold morning. Its bacanal time.
The Rudebuoyz slide
Christmas morning on the island, we paranging, funny Christmas song.
True, smiling faces, sunshine, beaches, great great music, Grenada. Just a little warm music for this cold day. Daydreaming.
St Georges Grenada my Hometown, I woke up this morning to snow on the ground, its cold my skin feels a million small people are pulling on it. I guess its time to day dream again.