The moment Babou kiss me goodbye, I hightail it to the bush. Other times they froth with the Lusca’s rage. Sometimes they so clear you could see right down to the bottom. He got them eyes that shift with the light. I almost drown in the cerulean waters that rise up to meet me when he look over. The sun blink at the golden glint of his hair. But I ain’t never seen nothing like Demetri before. When the Anglican Diocese host Jamboree here, all the girls from Exuma and Eleuthera drool over our boys like they ain’t got none back where they come from. When I see him, my heart catch fire.ĭon’t get me wrong: Long Island boys look good. Uncle Gully sent him to beg some oil for frying fish. I done seen every inch of they scrawny selves, more than I ever wan’ see.
NEVER FORGETTI FREDDY SPAGHETTI SKIN
Me and Sade done skin enough knee tripping on this splintered wood. Mummy would sneak up behind me and tickle me till I pee, then toss me into the sound to bathe.
When I was little, Granma did plait ribbons into my curls here every morning. Granpa did love the sea so much, he build the porch right over the sound. I gone outside on Granma porch so I don’t have to hear them row. That was four years ago, but he ain’t get over that yet. He had to move out our house when Babou move back in. Uncle Shane start bout how Babou abandoning me. I meet him when we come for Sunday dinner. Granma play like she mad, like giving Sade some sausage and rice breaking her pocket, but when dinner time come, she looking all round for Sade saying food getting cold.īut the thing I love most bout living with Granma is I get to see the new boy. I know she’ll be sleeping by me every night. Her mummy and daddy don’t need no excuse to send her by Granma. Babou say he only gone for a little while. Mind you, Granma don’t let me louse all day, but at least I’s the child again.
NEVER FORGETTI FREDDY SPAGHETTI FULL
I don’t have to fight dust bunnies to get through the door or brush roaches off cups full of soda and cigarette ash. I ain’t eat this good since I come back to Long Island. Granma got Rich Tea cookies to dip in Milo. I don’t have to warm up no Chef Boyardee. For dinner, Granma got steam sausage and rice. Plenty perks come with living with Granma. This the first time I sleep on clean sheets in weeks.
When Babou drop me off at Granma house, I don’t complain. ‘Granma’s Porch’ was the Caribbean regional winner of the 2019 Commonwealth Short Story Prize.
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