Always looking for good light…
I wrote many years ago in one of my spoken word pieces that my accent is like a potpourri of exercises in colonization left unfinished forever branded on the cusp of my tongue. An offspring of this little island called Trinidad where our culture is indeed a potpourri of cultures, …
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I remembered a time when I would jump on my ten speed bike and ride through Belmont. My grandmother bought me one here in the US and I took it back home to Trinidad. I vaguely remember my father having to wait for what seemed like an eternity to have …
I fancy myself the pretty okay writer when I do choose to write. So, in the process of trying to build a business in today’s market I decided many years ago to venture into the landscape of blogging. Why? Well from all the reading that I have done it seems …