Hi Everyone,
This column was written on Thursday, April 28, 2016.
I heard the following exchange on the radio today in Barbados between a moderator and a 90-year-old Barbadian woman, as they talked about people through the years who have done remarkable things for their communities without ever seeking the limelight. Towards the end of the programme in response to the moderator’s compliment on her astounding memory, the 90-year-old proudly said, “And I still cook my own food!”
“What you cook today?” asked the moderator.
The woman responded, “Cou-cou and Guyanese fish!”
I laughed in unison with the moderator. It was the way in which she said it, in her rich Bajan accent, emphatically, almost as if daring the moderator to say something negative at which I am sure she would have had a swift comeback. He asked the name of the fish and even before she could say it, I said aloud, “Bangamary!” If I were a betting woman I would have been rich.
So why am I mentioning this today? Simply to say that in life there is more that unites than divides us.
