"A LOUD AND COMPELLING CALL"
Jamaica is calling me again!
Exotic Jamaica, the island of my muse, where fowl feathers are fervently plucked so there is fresh poultry on the table; where I’m chastised for chatting patois (the local dialect) and not the Queen’s English; and where I’m lulled to sleep by loud pelts of rain on a tin roof. Profound Jamaica, is where I encountered joy, abandon, intrigue and adventure; where I gripped an old midwife’s hand and pushed my firstborn through my loins; where the people are strong, defiant and accomplished; and where my loved ones flourished and perished.
Twickenham in Jamaica is also calling me again!
Rich and conflicting Twickenham, where I galloped through tall grass, flirted with the supernatural, communed with harrowing and notorious ancestors, embraced my uniqueness, and learned that heritage influences character.
Childhood in Jamaica is calling me again! I pause, I listen, and this time I
surrender.
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