For the occasion of entering into my third decade. In no particular order… Try not to get too overwhelmed. It’s ok that you don’t know what you’re doing. Remember that it’s “exciting.” Wear the damn sunblock. Say yes more often. Por qué no?! Sit up straight. Exercise more often. It makes you feel good. …
Coming home.
The airline didn’t have enough customs & immigration forms. No biggie. I got to the arrivals hall and they were handing out forms for St. Lucia. To me this is quite laughable. Mind you, dis de START ah season eh an dey dun run out of immigration forms? Lawd SK, wha y’all really doin? You …
Bear and the greatest gift I ever received.
As the only granddaughter of my maternal grandmother, you’d think that I would have been favoured. For whatever reason I really thought that I should have been the favourite. I was, however, absolutely not the golden child when it came to Bear. My eldest cousin, and possibly more so my brother, held that spot. The …
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Gracias Granada. Me encanta.
For years I have wanted to visit Granada. I’ve read various books that happened to be set in the city and from the pictures they painted it would be difficult to not be curious about the winding maze of the Albaicín and the lure of the Alhambra. When I arrived however, I wondered what on …
Destination (Still) Unknown.
“So here you are too foreign for home too foreign for here. Never enough for both.” Ijeoma Umebinyuo, diaspora blues I came across these beautiful words through that dreaded site… Facebook. It serves its purpose. They were included in a post written by my cousin’s friend in Barbados. We’ve never met. His post was entitled …
It’ll All Be Alright On The Day.
I suppose on some level before leaving home it occurred to me that I would be spending a lot of my time with people that I don't know. I don’t think that I gave it too much thought - at the time it was more about leaving home for a while. For the past few …
Puglian Ironies
My brother collects tools (and cars) as a matter of course. In the past few weeks I have been longing for access to his stash. I came to Italy to help someone I had never met before to restore a farmhouse that has been abandoned for forty years. In return for my help, he has …
Mio ritorno in Italia
If London is good for the wellbeing of my brain, then Italy is the balm for my heart. In no way does it need soothing but who ever said no to a trip to Italy and didn’t regret it? When I started writing this there was a pile of funghi di Galetto next to me …
Thoughts from London.
Every time I’m in London I press my internal reset button. It may seem like an odd place to do it as it’s hardly somewhere one typically goes for R&R. You might think that it would be far easier to do so in St. Kitts, what with all the beaches and sun and rum. London …
Ah Who You Be, Really.
It’s just a blink until I leave St. Kitts and I have a vague plan but it doesn’t go very far into the future. I’ve been trying to be as organised as possible - making sure I can leave everything here to run as smoothly as it can in my absence whilst also packing for …
But Who You Be, Really? 