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Next Big party in the islands Trinadad Carnival Soca Time

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Start the weekend with a little Soca music

Ahhh yes, KES. Trinidad carnival is just around the corner, feting time soon come, until then start your weekend with this one. Jump up dingoley, bacanal, dance for so.


Trinidad Pelau Ohhh Yes Try making this Caribbean Dish

I usually do it from scratch but I found this recipe on a website names Immaculate Bites and had to post. The Pictures are also from the website. True Yums inna de place yuh know man. Dis is some irie grubbing.
Trinidad Pelau- An  aromatic caramelized  chicken pilaf, all the flavors of the Caribbean but quicker and easier.
Prep time
20 mins
Cook time
40 mins
Total time
1 hour
Author: AfricanBites
Recipe type: Main
Cuisine: Caribbean
Serves: 6-7
  • Chicken marinate
  • 1- 1½ pound skinned chicken thighs
  • ½ teaspoon grated ginger
  • ½ teaspoon white pepper
  • 1 teaspoon minced garlic
  • ½ teaspoon thyme
  • ¼ teaspoon salt or creole seasoning
  • ¼ teaspoon chicken bouillon powder
  • 1-2 teaspoon green seasoning
  • ¼  – ½ cup brown sugar
  • ¼ cup canola oil (or canola)
  • 1 medium onion, diced
  • 2 teaspoons creole spice
  • 2 cups uncooked long grain rice
  • 3 cups butternut squash (large dice)
  • 1 sprig fresh thyme or 1 teaspoon dried thyme
  • 13.5 oz. can (1¾ cups) coconut milk
  • 15.5 oz. can pigeon beans, rinsed and drained
  • 2 small bay leaves
  • Salt and fresh ground pepper, to taste
  • 3 ½ cups or more chicken broth or water
  • 1-teaspoon chicken bouillon (optional)
  • 1 whole scotch bonnet pepper.
  • 1 teaspoons paprika (optional)


  1. Place chicken in a large bowl or sauce pan then add salt, garlic, ginger, thyme, white pepper and green onions
  2. Mix chicken with a spoon or with hands until they are well coated, set aside in the fridge. If possible marinate for 30 minutes or overnight.
  3. When ready to cook shake off any excess spice or from the chicken.
  4. Wash rice until water runs clear. Drain water. Set aside,
  5. Place a large Dutch Oven or heavy bottom pan on medium heat, then add sugar, keep stirring until it caramelize and begin to turn deep brown. Be careful not to let it burn.
  6. Stir in chicken and sauté for about 3-5 minutes, stirring frequently. I usually reserve some chicken to top the rice but it must be fully cooked.
  7. Then add onions, garlic, thyme, oil, bay leaf and ketchup, sauté for about a minute.
  8. Stir in rice to the pan, followed by squash and pigeon peas for about 3 minutes. This process helps to infuse the ingredients with all the spice before the next step
  9. Finally add coconut milk, bouillon powder, creole spice, with 3 ¼ cups of water, bring to a boil reduce heat, and simmer until rice is cooked, about 20 minutes or more. Stir frequently from the sides to prevent burns, add more broth if needed.
  10. Adjust for salt and pepper. Discard bay leaves .You have to stir occasionally to be preventing any burns.
  11. Serve warm



Ahhh Beautiful Trinidad


My Summer is endless

Ahhh please don’t go summer.


TOCO: Tales told through the eyes of a small boy growing up in the countryside of Trinidad WI in the 30’s & 40’s by Vivian Jack

TOCO: Tales told through the eyes of a small boy growing up in the countryside of Trinidad WI in the 30's & 40's  by Vivian Jack

This is a story centered on the Nathaniel family of Toco Village in the Caribbean Islands of Trinidad and Tobago, West Indies in the ’30s and ’40s. All the stories are based on actual events as seen through the eyes of Gabriel, a boy, from the time he was aged five until he turned fourteen. The author’s intention is to give people an idea of the culture and day-to-day life of this hard-working, happy, superstitious but religious people in a small village where there were no serious crime.

About the Author

About the Author Vivian Jack was born in Trinidad in 1929. He received his education in the varied areas of the printing, publishing, and business professions including the London College of Printing. He has been driven to share his unique experiences and ways of coping growing up poor in the countryside of Toco. He actually wrote these stories in 1972. He has a family of two daughters, one grandchild, and one stepson. He lives in Chesapeake, Virginia with his wife Eleanor

Cool Runnings Storyteller

17th Installment La Diablesse

Silver light from the moon bounced off the white sheets making it look like a marsh with a light fog over it. I lay on the bed, me mind racing, I felt like I should have left right there and then, I mean, all that Obeah was getting me real frustrated. I lay in the bed listening to the distant sounds of the drums ever so often hearing voices as I drifted into sleep.

I tossed and turned as flashes of the night’s events paraded in me dreams, the images so vivid it felt like me bed was lifted up and placed in the middle of that damn clearing on the mountain. I heard the giggling of the children over the rumbling of the drums echoing in me head, Alison was talking to me, she body trembled as the beat of the drums and me heartbeat vibrated, I heard hissing as liquid from the wood dropped into the fire, suddenly the people were dancing round the bed they bodies twirling like a fat man in front of a funny mirror. I tried to get off the bed, but I could not breath, I mean, it felt like all them people was

sitting on me chest, they rushed at me their eyes afire, their faces, well, they had no bloody faces. Out of the sea of human forms Legba John’s face materialized in front of me he eyes peering directly into mine.

“You mus’ believe boy, you mus’ believe.” I was shaking me head, but he grabbed hold of me face forcing me to look at him he fingers feeling like fire against me face. He repeated the same words the expression on he face looked more evil than concerned. The shadows behind him try to push they way into me view, but I pushed Legba John, I mean, I pushed him real hard and the old man fell backwards evaporating into the mist of bodies, the shadows faded and they were replaced by the white ceiling above me. I sat up in the bed and looked round and for a second I could not figure out where the hell I was until I smelt the scent of the incense. I lay back down taking a deep breath these bloody nightmares could turn an educated man into a fool.

I woke up the next morning when a rooster crowed echoing through the valley, the chickens in the yard fought for scraps, pigs squealed in the distance as they competed for food. I got up and changed into me own clothes, I was going to walk out that door and go home. I thought bout the woman in white what if she came back? I stopped and looked out the window; a boy was tossing corn into the yard smiling as the chickens fought each other for the grain. I turned round and headed for the door and went into the voodoo room, it was already lit with candles and the many incense sticks, smoke floated across the room like a thick fog in an alley on London’s west side. I was halfway across the room before I realized Alison was walking next to me.

“Here is you breakfast, she said handing me a tray, I looked at the bakes and saltfish souse me stomach rumbled for so, I hesitated, not wanting to stay but I was so damn hungry I decided to eat before I leave. I took the tray and walked back into the bedroom, the chickens were still fighting in the yard the noise really making me vexed. I sat down on the bed resting the tray on me lap, Alison stood in the doorway looking at me as I began to eat,

“I guess I should leave now huh?” I said without looking up but when I got no response from she I looked up. She was shaking her head.

“Still doubting dis whole ting huh?” she asked.

“You could leave anytime you want,” she said looking at me. “Dere is still one more ceremony we could do to help you.”

I stood up setting the tray down and began circling the bed trying to make up me mind. Alison must have sensed the growing doubts in me because she stepped forward and spoke.

“If you leave now Ah cant guarantee anyting, but if you stay for tonight’s ceremony den Ah can tell you that nothing, Ah mean nothing go harm you.” Anger and frustration welled up in me and I turned to her.

“You must tell me what good last night was for?” I shouted. She took a step backwards and I realized that the tone of me voice had startled she. I took a deep breath trying to calm meself.

“Tell me something damn it,” I said sitting down on the bed. She walked over to me and stood in front of me.

“Last night we were trying to call up the Loa. Implore him to protect you from de evil women.” She stopped talking and looked down at she hands, I moved a little making sure that she was looking at me.

“Tonight we go raise up de spirit, let it surround you and dat way you go leave here protected from any impure thoughts or actions dat may try to posses you, but you mus’ believe.” She last words were emphatic more so than Legba John. I looked up at she, there was a battle waging in me head, see, the teacher in me said I should get up and walk away but the island boy in me was shouting, stay everything will be cool runnings. I looked up at Alison why should I trust them, I mean, anyone of them could be the woman in white, hell, it could be just a big deception to get me to believe, then I remember how I felt when the woman in white appeared for the first time, I had looked out me window many of time and people came and went in the darkness but none of them made me confused, there must be some explanation for this blasted woman in white.

“I will stay. I mean, what do I have to lose.” No sooner had I said the words Alison turned and left the room. I got up followed she into the smoky room and out the front door, the sun hit me and it felt like I had walked into an oven as I stood looking at its orange rays bouncing off the leaves. There was a small plum tree in the yard and I walked over to it picked one of the yellow fruit and popped it into me mouth, yes man, there is nothing like a sweet China plumb.

I started down the stoned walkway to the wooden gate, red, yellow and blue plants shimmered a little in the sunlight, man, it was a beautiful day. I went through the gate and on to the dirt road just as a group of women walked by carrying buckets of clothes on they heads, they did not seem to notice me because they kept walking and talking. I followed them up a winding path lined with mango trees and heavy shrubbery as they gracefully maneuvered the buckets when they came up on low tree branches.

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Your midweek Soca/calypso pick me up song

sing dat boi

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Hot pepper soca for a really cold morning

New for Trinidad carnival, its jump up time in Trincity yesssssss.