Letter to Opportunity

Dear Opportunity,

I writing you to let you know, you can’t keep a good gyal down. You think I don’t know what you up to? You who come knocking and then run away like a li’l bad boy who ring people bell and run.

Well, I ain’t waiting for you no more...as a matter of fac’, I ain’t even answering your knock. I gon just make the best of what I got.

First, I gon examine what I got. Plenty mosquitoes at night after a li’l rainfall in the day.

Ha. You think that you, Opportunity, gon stop me from working by sending mosquitoes to jook me poor delicate self? Let them bite, man, let them bite. When they get fat and full up with blood...splat...I kill them dead. Then!

I gon save them in a bottle and sell them as goldfish food. Al Gore gon be proud of me. No carbon emission happening here. Bill Gates gon be proud of me. I cleaning the world, getting rid of things that spread sickness. G8 gon be proud of me. Third World gyal trying to build life in country that get debt-write off.

Now, next thing I got. Blackouts. Yesterday and the night before we had long ones.

You think you gon send blackouts to stop me, eh Opportunity? You just wait. When I find a way to market blackouts Abroad, I gon be rich, rich, rich, and you gon be the one begging me to knock at your door.

Put that pepper in your pot and make pepperpot, Opportunity.

Yours merrily, G.G.

Been a long time...

…a mad time...a sad time...a glad time too.

The bulk of the work done…only bits and pieces left to polish up on the manuscript now.

In between re-writing and sharing household chores…

I been to a small funeral of my mother cousin. I sit near Auntie M. We talk about how we super-size clan shrink, almost everybody living Abroad now. I count. I got thirty-three first cousins.

I been with my mother to the doctor as support while she get a good check up. I gyaff with a strange fella who been sick since December, and he terrified of what he results gon be, fear popping outta he eyes.

I been to visit friends where wind chimes does tinkle in a breezy place and fruit trees sway and rustle. We drink tea, eat fruits, cookies. I gyaff with the teen daughter about boys and romance and parents who don’t understand.

I been to salvage junk from we shed that the gardener been cleaning. I been to see the donkey kerry away we leaky water tank, I been hoping that the donkey gon fly up in the air…that is a wild tale for another time.

Through it all, blogger pals pass through me mind, I been wondering how you all been doing.

Thanks for visiting and sharing while I been gone.

Marry for conversation?

He ramble on about dealing with problems, about beauty inside, he talk in that measured way that them who apparently find tranquility does talk.

In between he slow-paced words I throw in me one cent worth. “Yes, we all have problems, we have to learn to live calmly, I'm sure even you have troubles.”

I say it not believing it, because who can look more untroubled than Krishna.

Krishna is a cool, calm fifty-nine year old businessman, lean and middle-height with a giant sense o' humour. He can make you laugh 'til you back and belly hurt, telling you about the clumsy way he make a cuppa tea. We long family link connect we. He daughter marry my mother’s cousin somebody relative. I meet he this morning in town and we stop for a li’l how-you-do.

“Even you got problems.” I say it to this calm, slow-talking man knowing that there ain’t one human on this earth who untroubled to the core of we self.

Krishna say, “Oh yes, my wife really pushes me around, I have to learn to live peacefully with it because it doesn't matter how I try to protest and answer back, it gets worse.”

“Why don't you talk to her, tell her it makes you unhappy. Tell her you’re unhappy.”

“She changes the subject.”

He didn’t sound miserable, but who knows what does take place in a mind? I don't know how much of what Krishna say was true or not, but for me, that wasn’t the point. After we say bye, take care, see you around, I get to thinking.

Why, in this super-tech age with phone, radio, TV, wifi, dsl, broadband, phone, MSN chat, Yahoo chat, text messages, skype, hype, the whole flapping world is blabbing, why couples, families, nations, neighbours, still got problems communicating?

Somewhere I did read, marry for conversation because when all else gone, that is what you gon have left.

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In the middle of everything somebody decide to upgrade she computer...don’t ask, just don’t ask.

Day 1: blackout...powercut.

Day 2: blackout...powercut.

Day 3: blackout...powercut.

Finally, it done.

I can blog again...soon.