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Three Jamaican Authors and a deathly queen

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Feb 13, 2020 b.c. (before corona) At National Library of Jamaica  For weeks we have been holed up in our homes hiding from the queen whose corona made of fatty substances clings to every surface she can find in a bid to make our lives unbearable and filled with grief. Many of us are glued to screens depressing ourselves with nonstop news, catching up on movies we've missed, discovering new television shows and playing games we never thought we'd play just to beat the boredom.  But, some of us are reading.  I have always been a reader and on every trip to Jamaica I make it a point of my duty to visit my favorite bookstore, Bookophilia (Kingston) to see what new and exciting Caribbean, mainly Jamaican, books have hit the shelf. I seek them out like digging for lobsters! Intriguing titles, creative covers and of course, authors whose work I have loved before, beckon me to to buy. And, that brings me to my required reading while on quarantine. Chicken Back Gravy a

Ole Age Comes with Crosses!

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Ole Age come with Crosses   (written in old-school Jamaican scroll down for English translation) Sharing age old (or old age) wisdom with Rock Teens at Church on the Rock Ocho Rios When ole people tell you seh all kinds of crosses will befall you as you age, believe dem. Trini comedian Paul Keens-Douglas say “Ole people aint get ole by being stupid!” Is true. So I have a friend who just hit 40 and bawling bout how him eyesight getting bad and him gwine haffi wear glasses. An' another who turn 45 and crying how she start feel all kinda pain a mawning time when she wake up (frankly, mi tink she jus need exercise). Wonder wha she woulda seh bout mi who a stare down di barrel of di sixth decade rapidly approaching from a close distance? Mi nah talk bout di memory ting cause dat deh a lyad mouth story. Mi can neva figure out whey mi pu’dung mi phone. Have two pair a glasses cause mi always cyaan fine one. Eva a write the wrong date. Lost mi key eena mi fridge!

Of Dreams Deferred

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Of Dreams Deferred  What happens to a dream deferred?       Does it dry up       like a raisin in the sun?       Or fester like a sore—       And then run?       Does it stink like rotten meat?       Or crust and sugar over—                                           like a syrupy sweet?       Maybe it just sags       like a heavy load.        Or does it explode?                            - Langston Hughes T welve years ago I traveled to Antarctica. For 12 years I have held on to my desire and dream of sharing all I saw and felt, heard, learned and smelled while on this remarkable trip.  With only 15,000 people visiting the continent annually in 2007, (approx. 40,000 annually in 2019), but millions of people traveling to tourist destinations annually, you can see why I thought I was something special. Truth be told, I had worked for small cruise lines that sailed there and written about Antarctica over so many years, I was already primed, pu