Thoughts of a minibus traveller

What do you do when you have genip that you don't want to eat because it too sour? You make juice... Climate change and it seems the genip tree got a bit confused. The owner of the tree said that one branch of the tree was loaded.. but "they not sweet, they juice, big.. a lot of double ones.." I ate some, and realised I could not eat more.. but I didn't want to throw them away. I went looking for recipes ,.. I remember somebody had pickle genip but I don't like to eat sour. I was wondering if to curry it with coconut milk as well.. anything or I also thought of some syrup thing but then I thought man, no more shugah. Found a cheerful recipe for genip juice . I used to wonder if there was a way to get the juice out of the genip without having to work your mouth and teeth. And while I don't like to eat sour, I like to drink it... And so.. I use the knife to cut the genip. New experience as I have never cut genip with anything but my teeth. It wa...

Taking care.. "I don't smoke, I don't drink [alcohol]" the woman, a security guard said. The conversation was about self care. "I look after my family and be with my family.. I want to go home now to my children.. but I don't know when I will finish work as they ask me to 'hold on' .. " Friday afternoon and the bank which has caused a lot of problems for many Guyanese recently provides a cool shade for the Groundings activity. Another citizen,  a civil engineer said ' no alcohol never touch my mouth, no cigarette ever touch my mouth'. His face was serious, he looked stressed as he talked to us about corruption, about being asked to bribe police, and others to get through his business. He talked for awhile, things on his mind. He did not take any books. The student said that he learned pineal meditation from his mother. 'It keeps me focussed'. He took about four books.. "yeah, you can ask me four questions.. ...

Nah tek worries "Ow man, nah tek worries, nah tek on nutting" the woman told me. She comes now every Friday to collect her part of the payment I owe to the Universe.  Her face was relaxed, she was smiling. Hair combed neatly with a side part (not the middle part which I know most women of her age use). Bright red blouse and flowered skirt.  Her voice was strong when she called for Inside Inside. The cough was gone. One one of her visits, she wanted money for treatment. The cough was bad. Tears  came to her eyes every time she coughed.  Two visits afterwards she told me that a doctor from where she lived took her to the Health centre and she got treatment and medication. "Like a ting a wuk.. thank God.. a saline and injection ah wuk" She asked me how I was doing.  The day was one of the rough ones.  Body pains, and stiffness , dark clouds hovering in the mind.  Struggling to think and talk.  And I told her as I do now when anyone a...