Happiness in a cold cane juice..
But perseverance, it was not a cramp. And moving and wincing and gradually the pain eased off and I was walking like nothing happened. Easy to just cuss when the dark clouds are hovering and wondering what the hell, that the care being taken of the body is not enough or whether it is worth it. Wondering what else is to come if the joints weaken as the claw foot condition ages and then thinking, well is a good thing to walk.
I celebrate with chocolate from a lady near the bus park. Sweet craving all the time and saying to hell with it.
Cravings and indulgences. Every bad habit, eating badly and drinking grape flavoured sweet drink. Cussing myself because I think that Guyanese should tell Thrill, tek yuh US millions which was supposed to be a tax fuh do something about de plastic bottle and go long yuh way. Not Government, let Guyanese citizens do that.. dey have nuff sweet drinks about/
But Burnham jumbie in me not strong enough.
Cane juice selling and thinking that boycotting sweet drink and drinking cane juice instead. Indulging the bad habits of sweet craving, while being patriotic and thinking that well, the cane juice is 'natural'.
If for one month, we all drank cane Juice instead of Thrill. But dis must not be done by de Government. Let people decide.
De cane farmers would mek money. Dere might be less plastic bottle, though more plastic bag floating around. Sometimes de dark clouds in de mind create strange ideas like the one I had to think I could go back and run the 2 miles without having any aches in the joints afterwards.
The cane juice rush is temporary though. Work has to resume in staying focussed on getting things done. Watching the cane juice and saying no, no.
Perseverance.
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