WHAT IF
If life doesn't go your way, what can you do?
If your friends are not around, who do you talk to?
If you feel depressed, to whom do you tell that to?
If you do not love your life, how can you learn to live with it?
If you want to runaway, do you pack your bags ahead of time?
If you feel like an outcast, do you change your way of life?
If you are sad, will someone be there to turn your frown upside down?
If you are crying, do you always know why?
If you life is a mystery, do not try to change your history.
– Sarina Sarah Singh December 27, 2004
Friday, June 20, 2008
Barefoot by Steven Jagnarain
BAREFOOT
I crawled out of my basement window,
Gasping for air.
Awakened from a horrid dream.
Awakened by the rumbling of leaves,
running across the concreted floor.
I desperately crawled out, on hands and knees.
And as I felt the rush of cold that this winter ground has given me,
I turn to my left and felt the wind seduce my eyes
to water.
I then hesitantly, rose.
My bare and callused sole embraced the ground.
A sharp sense of barren solidity held my weight.
As the cold aroused every nerve in my legs,
it uneased my calves.
I felt the ache of winter.
By Steven Jagnarain
I crawled out of my basement window,
Gasping for air.
Awakened from a horrid dream.
Awakened by the rumbling of leaves,
running across the concreted floor.
I desperately crawled out, on hands and knees.
And as I felt the rush of cold that this winter ground has given me,
I turn to my left and felt the wind seduce my eyes
to water.
I then hesitantly, rose.
My bare and callused sole embraced the ground.
A sharp sense of barren solidity held my weight.
As the cold aroused every nerve in my legs,
it uneased my calves.
I felt the ache of winter.
By Steven Jagnarain
Remembering Bush Lot by Naraine Datt
REMEMBERING BUSH LOT
No matter anywhere I go
Despite the pomp and show
Whether it’s warm, cold or hot
I always remember Bush Lot
Going to sea-shore feeling the sweet breeze
Yes Bush Lot is the best village in Berbice
With my buddies going to the backdam
Making metagee with plantain and yam
Raiding the mango and jamoon trees
Jumping the middle-walk with ease
Or going for sweet water coconut
Down by Syl’s grandfather tiny hut
By the Big Saline sand reef bathing
After we finish carey-carey catching
I always remember coming from the Abary
Reaching the Crown Dam tired and hungry
And as we reach Ranger Uncle Walter he said
“By I got nothing just some rice and bread”
With the rice with oil and onion we mix
A piece of saltfish and saney it give it a kick
And man! that meal tasted so sweet
Like that up to today I never ever eat
But when I go back to Bush Lot a few years ago
All my friends left or passed away, a sad blow
And I’m very sad for Bush Lot has that special space
In my heart for its home to me,yea! it’s a special place
– Naraine Datt
No matter anywhere I go
Despite the pomp and show
Whether it’s warm, cold or hot
I always remember Bush Lot
Going to sea-shore feeling the sweet breeze
Yes Bush Lot is the best village in Berbice
With my buddies going to the backdam
Making metagee with plantain and yam
Raiding the mango and jamoon trees
Jumping the middle-walk with ease
Or going for sweet water coconut
Down by Syl’s grandfather tiny hut
By the Big Saline sand reef bathing
After we finish carey-carey catching
I always remember coming from the Abary
Reaching the Crown Dam tired and hungry
And as we reach Ranger Uncle Walter he said
“By I got nothing just some rice and bread”
With the rice with oil and onion we mix
A piece of saltfish and saney it give it a kick
And man! that meal tasted so sweet
Like that up to today I never ever eat
But when I go back to Bush Lot a few years ago
All my friends left or passed away, a sad blow
And I’m very sad for Bush Lot has that special space
In my heart for its home to me,yea! it’s a special place
– Naraine Datt
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