Chowmein, eddo leaf bhaji and sex


There is no routine any more, no certainty and things seem constantly changing and it is wearying having to rapidly adjust
The here and now they say is important. There is restlessness which is not calmed by the yoga, the back and the spine keep hurting when you are still, you get up in the mandir because for the first time in your life.. it is painful sitting down. A woman says the mind and the body are connected and wellness is there...

So even it not in the plan.. eddo leaf in the fridge. Something about grating the coconut in the humid afternoon, the chopping of onions, and thinking creation as geera in the oil with the garlic and onions which are too much. The bhaji probably steam too much as it loses the green.. and coconut milk, ginger carrots, tomatoes and wiri and everything thrown in with a sense of I dont give a damn what happens.. but I do give a damn and so the anxiety about how this will come out is there .. even as I think of the things which I am anxious about.. about plans made and scared of making in case they do not come through and happiness which is enjoyed after the moment has passed..
Happines in Guyana is like
- sweet pineapples, plentiful over the last few weeks, but like the season over now
- mangoes, all over the place.. but not to day.. the season done
- the brilliant IT guy who you didn't know read the blog,  like the blogs about gay rights and against the rum, and the woman who tells you she read the letter when you didn't even know she didn't know you and that she read the papers.
- chocolate always there.. even though the sugar is not good but it there.. and it is helping slowly
- coconut oil and nutmeg and eucalyptus oil rubbed on the foot bottom just before sleep which seems ot inspire deep sleep.. without any dreams.. though fatigue is always there and during the after lunch you still want to take a fitful nap..

And so.. the last pineapple of the season is cut up as the eddoe leaf steams .. the bhaji cooks as chores are done. Some left over chowmein on the plate, a bit of left over bread and then the bhaji thrown over the chowmein with the coconut milk which aint 'dry down' yet..

And then dinner.. delicious, satisfying.. no sugar rush.. forgetting that coconut milk juice tastes good as gravy too.. and that if they say the flour is causing the body stiffness then shoots, because eddoe leaf bhaji taste nice with roti and chowmein more than rice..

And you bite the lil geera, and the piece of wiri wiri skin and the the lil piece of ginger .. each in different mouthfuls and everything is okay.. here and now.. something done right, right now.. and just as in the past.. things work out.. somehow


My fren seh she also feeling bleh and I know they say the moon has nothing to do with it.  Nothing has nothing to do with it really.

Would you have read this if I did not have sex in the title?

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  1. AlysimoneJuly 11, 2014 at 12:23 AM

    no, i wouldn't have. but i glad i did. not every writing must make some profound, mindblowing statement on society to have impact. this post proves the point. quiet, soothing and a wee bit moving.

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