So It Go
Living in a generally benign climate, Caribbean people have a close relationship with the creatures of nature, but there’s a particular relationship with dogs (another subject for another day) and, to some degree, goats .
I’ve talked before about nonsensical ideas we repeat as mantra – “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me” and “Time heals all wounds” are two of them .
Election time will inevitably turn the temperature up on every issue under the sun, including lately complaints about the media displaying lack of veracity, lack of balance, and misinformation .
A friend of mine living outside, Alex Neptune, recently sent me a photo of the Caribbean fruits and vegetables he grows in his backyard in New York and remarked on the number of fruits we have in the region, and that we appear to have lost some .
It is part of the fulminations of life that nothing happens in isolation .
Getting inside a culture and unravelling it for someone is tough enough if you’re from that culture .
I was living in Toronto, 44 years ago, playing music full time with the Tradewinds band, when the annual Caribbean festival in Toronto known as Caribana was born .
I sometimes play this game where I ask persons to complete the following sentence: “You know you’re in the Caribbean when…” You get some delightful responses and often surprises; you should try it some time .
My Caymanian daughter mentioned to me recently that she had not paid much attention to dogs growing up (we had several), but that now they’re a joy in her life .
There are athletes who naturally impress us with their magnificent physical achievements of power and style that leave us gaping at the display, but the ones whom we take into our hearts, the ones we come to feel affection for, are the ones who also show us their excellence as people .
In recent weeks I have heard vehemently from several persons, here and abroad, about the need for Guyana, in the midst of all the bad news, to be shouting about the positive stories that are around .
Joe Brown, the original bass player of the Caribbean Tradewinds band, would not eat breadfruit because it was “slave food .
A beautiful chicken hawk patrols the area behind our house .
Among the frustrations in modern life are things so ridiculous, so patently illogical, that when you run into them you are propelled to ask, “When are we going to stop this?”I have heard from several motorcar owners here of the local traffic police practice of pouncing on drivers who overtake on a double line .
We all do this .
There was a time – and not so long ago at that – when the mass distribution of a personal opinion was a very restricted process .
In recent years, with so many lacklustre Caribbean cricket teams frustrating us with their poor play, and particularly with the sad state of the once supreme regional team, you lose some enthusiasm for cricket, and even end up not watching some games at all .
It’s the middle of the day .
Visiting a country for short spells, no matter how frequently they occur, can leave you unsure if a social behaviour or condition in that society is entrenched or not .
Given the fractured and dislocated conditions of our history in this region, Caribbean people have had a hard climb up the ladder of self-worth .
I hate souse .
Since I first saw Mashramani in 1968, the festival has had an uneven history .
Some music fans just enjoy the music and let you know, and that’s it .
I’m driving up to a house on a side road up the East Coast .
Early in my reacquaintance with driving in Guyana, I was introduced to a phrase, numbingly illogical, that will become very familiar very quickly to anyone coming to grips with the traffic rules in the country .
Let me take you back about 10 years .
I love dialects .
Some of the worst advice you can ever get in life often comes immediately after the expression, “Let me give you some advice .
One of the most substantial planks in the structure of life is that of blind discovery – that sudden encounter with something so delightful that almost always the consequent thought is “Why didn’t I know about this before?”These new awarenesses come to us like a gift, adding small enhancements or significant ones to the fabric of our lives .
When I was youngster I worked for about three years at Atkinson Field (now Timehri) which was originally an American base .
When I first went to live in a big city in North America, my almost immediate impression was the astonishing level of order in the place .
I had completely forgotten that almost 15 years ago, living in Grand Cayman, I had sent my friend Colin Cholmondeley (then living in Jamaica) a short column from Wisden Cricket Monthly by BBC broadcaster and writer John Arlott on the West Indies cricket tour of England in 1950 .
When I returned to Guyana in 1968, after a gap of some 12 years, I was standing in my aunts’ shop at Hague Front, talking with a rice farmer from Hague Back who had known me from a boy .
I am going to assume that you haven’t been living in a truli hut in the Amazon, and you know that since the terrorism upsurge the airlines have these restrictions designed to keep us safe in the air .
In the song “Angels Wings”, dedicated to Caribbean mothers, I am actually singing about the life of my own mother, Zepherina Barcellos, who left many impressions on me .
These columns I produce every week for Stabroek News are fun to write and fun, also, for the feedback they generate .
Probably because of the many cricket songs I’ve written, people are given to drawing me out on the question of West Indies cricket .