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|Posted by:||Mar 15th 2005, 04:36:43 pm|
|briland's best||I am my very own thoughts and emotions.
As deep as the ever flowing
Colorful to the plain eyes I
Hold me, and I am visibly
|Posted by:||Mar 13th 2005, 08:24:13 pm|
|brilandchick||Bahamaland! Bahamaland! Oh my precious Bahamaland!!
Blessed is it with the sun, sand, and sea. Attracts millions of visitors just to come and see!!
With Palm tress and glee,pinksand and reefs, its all so special and not to mention unique!!
From Grandbahama to mayaguana oh so bless are we!! From Hidden Treasures beneath the sea to the Shoreline were we put our feet!!
Bahamaland! Bahamaland! Oh my precious Bahamaland!!!
|Posted by:||Mar 11th 2005, 02:52:36 pm|
|island lady||Strains of Charlie Lofthouse’s ‘Island Woman’ play in the background, as the audience witnesses Mary Magdalene's press conference at sunrise service on Easter Sunday down sea at the fig tree, complete with flashbulbs, cameras and shouting reporters from the Guardian, Tribune, Bahama Journal and the Punch, dressed in identical Junkanoo-style prison uniforms, their publication names emblazoned Burnside-style on sandwich-style placards in large letters.
We see several women of differing ages, including ** Mary the Mother of God ** dressed like everyone else in loose clothing except for a straw halo around her long grey dreadlocks ** plaiting straw and sewing raffia, with a white-suited policeman directing traffic stage left.]
And I’d like give a shout out to my mummy-in-law, my boy’s main squeeze, the reason why were all here today: Hail Mary, full of grace/The Lord is with thee/And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. [Miss Mary Mother of God acknowledges the crowd with a sage nod, and goes back to her weaving.]
Amen, amen, amen.
Oh, how I love that name. [Beat.] J-e-s-u-s. And no, I een ga count the ways. Not for yinna, not anyone. But today is one happy day now, eh?
Yes, chile. Hallelujah.
Glad to be here. First question? [Beat.]
Miz Magdalene, word on the street says that you’re involved with an underground terrorist group with designs on removing Haitians and Jamaicans from the country. Do you wish to comment?
Chile, yinna really think that its going to be that easy, eh? You een from round here, nah? I tell you, you could fool some of them, especially them control freaks over there. But why I should care?
But Miz Magdalene, arent you worried about what people will say? Tsk, tsk.
Tsk, tsk yourself. Who you to be talking, anyhow?
Certainly you realize that you’re in position to set a moral example for the youth of the Bahamas.
Doon make me daid now … tell Ivan I said hello.
Can you please answer the question, ma’am?
Een so, the answer is hell, no. Muh peeps in the Out Islands are the onliest ones I wan talk to. They’re the only ones fool enough to ask the right questions, the onliest ones who actually care about what going on 'round 'ere.
The Bahama Journal:
They the only ones ain’t afraid of me around here.
Don’t know that you should be so certain of yourself here these days, you know.
Oh yeah? Ya gatty love the ones with a sense of humour, nah. Mussee good reason why Mister Leonardo to put me at the table with the rest of them in that painting now, eh? [Beat.]
They will start talking now, for true.
Chile, you really think that I reading them headlines in the Punch? You really think that I care what the Romans in Nassau does have to say any how? Or whatever them Boys is calling themselves today eh?
Who you think you hushing? Them twisted, funny little men and their puny ‘ats and fake obeah rites and hidden bones and all. They really think we stupid now.
They mussee thinkin that we can’t see straight. [Beat.]
The Bahama Journal:
Well, we have it on excellent authority that you knew the Savior personally.
Yes, ma’am, I do. [Beat.] And he’s very much a man. Yah, I see yinna wondering nah. All of the time. Is that what you wanted to know? [Beat.] Have you met our son James? [Buzz of disbelief from the reporters, as MM continues.]
How do you respond to the widespread reports of loose behavior at Vic Hum last week, ma'am?
Now lissen here, we een no whores. Thats pretty rich storytellin’, even for them fools down sea. I een no guldern whore. I descend from the royal Tribe of Benjamin.
Is this really for the record?
Does this mean what I think it means?
Yinna know full well what that means. And for true, you what scarin' erryone out dey tree? It means that our son James is the fruit of the two strongest tribes in Judea. Jah rule!
Chile, you know they een ga no idea what you sayin there, might as well save ya breath. [Goes back to plaiting.]
True dat. And if word gets out, them little game is up, eh. Finished. [Dismisses the gathered conference of reporters.] Bye-bye. [Beat.]
(Moves over to the gathered weavers, as she picks up hat that she started plaiting earlier, and sits down with them. Yeah, gyal it means that we women can get back to business and that the joke’s on them.
|Posted by:||Mar 10th 2005, 03:57:07 pm|
|NIKNAK||Why is it that we never recognize the moment love begin, but we always know when it ends?|
|Posted by:||Mar 5th 2005, 02:14:04 pm|
|briland's best||Today the sun is good to us -
Bahamas we ought not fuss.
Blue sky, cool breeze -
tickling the palm trees.
This is a day -
to go out and play!
Swim, dive -
whatever makes you smile.
Walk, run -
just get out and have fun!
Sing, dance -
don't waste this chance.
Family, friends -
go and share it with someone!
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