


I miss the hot sun and the noisy traffic on the road. The bus conductors risked their lives every time they were working on a bus, because they'd skillfully hang onto the inside of the bus with one hand and wave people in with the other, this all happened when the bus was moving.
I miss the old sweet shops at the corner. The sweets the shops sold were always kept in a big glass jar, for some reason they'd looked more mouth watering that way.
I miss the music that would blare out of peoples houses on the main road on the way into the market. I miss the ice cone man who sold refreshing ice cones for 10$ on the street corner. I miss eating fudge from that one market stall in Georgetown i use to buy it from. I miss sitting in the bus when i would go to see my family in new Amsterdam or Linden and looking through the window at the fields, palm trees and sea. I miss feeling the breeze on my face.
I miss going to my granny's church and sitting waiting for communion to come because i liked how the bread tasted, i miss asking my granny for sweets during the Church services. I miss going to my auntie Marilyn's house, going around town with her and her taking me to see her friends. I miss the food. I miss falling to sleep at the sound of the crickets and the hum of the fan when lying in bed under a netting.
I miss the friendly faces and smiling passerbyers who would say hi even if they didn't know me. I miss getting tired after being out in the sun all day and just sliding down into a chair and falling asleep to a black and white movie. I miss home.
1 comment:
Bautiful post Tamala! has made me thinking about home too... well "homesick" people unite! See you!
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