Eighteen.
The sun has set, and the bus is waiting on full. We drive around Rosignol to pick up more passengers, atleast four to a row that was made for maybe three. Even though the sun went down the heat is still encompassing us, and we all exhale when the bus starts moving because the breeze comes in. The driver pays the bridge fee and the bus starts slowly moving across it. We are a third way on when the driver brakes, or so i thought, and we stop. Everyone starts hissin and talkin all sorts of funny words "wha happen bai?" schuuuuuuuuuu oh motha scunt" etc etc. The driver gets out and hands his conductor and empty can. He starts running. We ran outta gas. The driver puts it in neutral and we start getting pushed back to the beginnning of the bridge...which i think is more dangerous than just staying but who am i to know. One by one the men get out to help without being asked to. I get out too and do my part. "whyte gyal pushin da bus" is a big hit. We all get back in once the gas comes and drive on our way back home. Its an inconvenience thats not one. Its just more time with strangers, who would do anything for you.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Peace Love an Corndog Pancakes
Fifteen.
I got on a plane to go home. That feeling has more emotion and happiness and love in it than any in the world. Home, however to me has multiple meanings now, and I guess that's why this moment was so meaningful to me. I felt like I was leaving one home to go to a different home and it's the nicest feeling in the world to know that your home feeling can travel with you no matter where you are. I carry my home in my soul….and there is not better feeling than the love to be home.
Sixteen.
She was an older woman. With the kindest heart and most patient attitude…but she kept getting her gs and ds all messed up, and I couldn’t help but laugh when I heard she thinks its best to feed kids HotGods.
Seventeen.
What a better way to spend a relaxing hour than thinking up new recipes. This one hit me as I was dreaming of my family and I running our own little hometown family restaurant. I figured we would need some new creations that would be our signature dishes….the Johnson Jammer( our signature drink), the joshy kid special( equipped with macaroni, brats and bacon!!), the hessica mango crazeeeee( mango everything!!!!) the darius delite , the KJ King Meal( mostly meat), the la mamba lasagna, the Jen Donut, and of course for me the Corndoggyyy Pancake!!! This recipe I created and concored and I must tell you it does not disappoint…Or maybe its because I’ve live in Guyana for over a year and half and Im losin it!
I got on a plane to go home. That feeling has more emotion and happiness and love in it than any in the world. Home, however to me has multiple meanings now, and I guess that's why this moment was so meaningful to me. I felt like I was leaving one home to go to a different home and it's the nicest feeling in the world to know that your home feeling can travel with you no matter where you are. I carry my home in my soul….and there is not better feeling than the love to be home.
Sixteen.
She was an older woman. With the kindest heart and most patient attitude…but she kept getting her gs and ds all messed up, and I couldn’t help but laugh when I heard she thinks its best to feed kids HotGods.
Seventeen.
What a better way to spend a relaxing hour than thinking up new recipes. This one hit me as I was dreaming of my family and I running our own little hometown family restaurant. I figured we would need some new creations that would be our signature dishes….the Johnson Jammer( our signature drink), the joshy kid special( equipped with macaroni, brats and bacon!!), the hessica mango crazeeeee( mango everything!!!!) the darius delite , the KJ King Meal( mostly meat), the la mamba lasagna, the Jen Donut, and of course for me the Corndoggyyy Pancake!!! This recipe I created and concored and I must tell you it does not disappoint…Or maybe its because I’ve live in Guyana for over a year and half and Im losin it!
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