Home
It's been six years since I've been home.
Yet to sit here and pen the memories of my childhood
appears clearer to me than this white sheet of paper.
Flying like a Kiskadee, I watch the Amazon stretch beyond the horizon.
Those emerald trees glimmer in the golden sunlight and there,
hidden amongst them in paradise—a beautiful country
where the Water Lily flowers down the rivers in all
her glory.
I pause—looking up to watch the tiny drops
of water tap against the window. It triggers the memory
of running into the yard and dancing in the rain.
Remembering the cool breeze that swept through
the fields of sugarcane stirring the sweet smell
of cotton candy in the air.
But the air is not often a sugary aroma
if walking down Middleton Street where
the prickling heat forms beads of sweat
on the forehead from the explosion of spices.
Breathing in the smell of curry is enough to alert the senses
of a fiery hell disguised in a savory, mouth-watering meal.
All the fragmented memories sync together
on a white canvas, creating a picture.
Home.
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Home
Non-FictionGuyana is a hidden gem with stories waiting to be told. Stories about its lush emerald trees, its unique and delicious foods, its culture and beauty. A beautiful country uniting in unity together as One People, One Nation, and One Destiny. 'Home' i...
