Hallooooo!
How are youuuu?
I’ve got good newwwws.
(Look, it rhymes like a song, I’m singing because I’m feeling a li’l pleased with my grunge-self.)
Book Two is done, it’s as oddball as Caribbean people can be. It’s musical as I try to write in the sing-song way we speak.
Want to know what it’s about? Hint: what word do you use when someone likes to walk about, gallivant?
I love to walk…to stray. To explore. I have gawked at two men battling for a woman-vendor in the market; once, I wanted to take front view of two women fighting for a man but my mother kept me back, I was a mere child then. I must admit though, despite my fassness…my curiosity, I have turned my gaze away from the homeless man in town flaunting he nekkid glory for the world to see. All these I will share with you another time, separate from Book 2. Just know that, whilst moving around Georgetown, you are given no trigger warning the way they do for films and books these days. It is life. Cry. Or laugh.
In this free section of Substack, I give you the cleaner out-and-about stories. If you haven’t read them all, here are a few you might enjoy. Grab your Sunday beverage and biscuits…
…and chillax with these (click on the titles and away you go):
My apologies to the dog food man
Poetry an’ cussing an’ sky (out in the countryside)
If you have already seen them and don’t wish to trek through them again, how about chatting a li’l bit with me? Gyaff. That’s what we say for chat. Come gyaff with me, nah? The people of my lovely native land love to gyaff. We start off a li’l slow, but once you crank we up like Mr. Humphrey’s ol’ blue car, hoooooo me mama, you gon wish you did never start we.
So tell me, what are some of the strangest things you’ve ever seen on the road? What are your favourite travel songs? Gimme Creedence Clearwater Revival’s songs. Gimme Mungo Jerry’s In The Summer Time. Some reggae and Bollywood would do fine, and Afrobeats, especially songs by Chike.
If you have any song you would like me to add to my travel-music list, please share. I keep circling the same tracks. I enjoy discovering new fusic.
Oh…a few more words about Book 2. I do not want to lecture about the consequences of brain drain, the shortage of imagination. I prefer to show you. I want to pull back the curtain a little, peer into scenes, listen to laughter that echoes deep into the night sometimes.
I only wish I could quit editing and tweaking the bleddy book.
Awright, that’s all for now, I want to go for a stroll then chook around the garden. Have a great two weeks ‘til next Sunday. Remember to take care of you! Plenty luuuve, neena.
P.S. Do you like my hand-made cup? It’s by Gayatri the potter.
Would you care to fill it with coffee for me?
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That would then make you one of my precious sponsors. I’d be over the moon with joy. Thank you.
One day I’d like to gyaff about Creedence. Just yesterday, toodling down the road in my tiny car, I was thinking CCR (that’s what the Japanese call them) are pretty darn fine driving music.
Best with the book.