I've been away from home in sweet T&T now for 14 years. Oh, I miss the beach, roti, dou­bles, cur­ry crab and dumplings, pelau, red beans and rice stew chick­en, pork and beef, with mac­a­roni pie, boiled plan­tain, sweet pota­to, coo-coo, king fish and callaloo, just to name a few.

What in heav­en's name wrong with you peo­ple? Don't you all re­alise as yet that you are liv­ing in heav­en right here on earth? I am 62, have to get up at 4 am, rain or snow, and get my old butt to work in or­der to pay my bills.

In Trinidad, when I was home, yes, I was work­ing as well, but eight to four, and it was all fun. We drank, smoked what­ev­er we want­ed to, played mu­sic as we worked. When I look back now I tell my friends that back home I nev­er did a day's work. It was all fun in the sun. Come on peo­ple, don't spoil it. I have every in­ten­tion of com­ing back home to live when I re­tire. Stop the vi­o­lence, please!.

phan­tomtri­ni

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