Tamika Francisthe pungent odour of the onions rotting in my kitchen due to negligence, reminds of primary school. Trekking through Coronation market and Tivoli back market on my way to catch the Waterhouse 'pattypan'. Juice Vendors. Higglers. Hustlers. Fathers. Gunshot. Duck! School in East Kingston. Home in West Kingston. Educated on the journey. Lessons transcend uptown, downtown, red, green. ....what one onion can do?
I am wife, daughter, friend, sister , volunteer, lover, stripper, cook. Currently a grad school student doing a MA in Sustainable International Development with a focus on biodiversity conservation in Small Island Developing States. An afro- caribbean culture buff, wanna be drummer and maroon heiress. A lover of skirts, crisp white shirts, cotton and silk dresses, 1970' purses, flats, turquoise jewelry and thongs. Been relaxed, waxed, cut, colored and locked. Now I am feeling my own hair for the first time ever.
I am recorded as a hyphenated American, I prefer reluctant immigrant. Conversation starter, dance floor filler and non sport player. Interior design and boutique ownership is a dream, my mother a muse and traveling is a habit. I drink more soup and tea than water, eat more vegetable than flesh and I miss my father's farm products.
Oh yes, and I am not yet me.
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