Kenny

I can't wait to go home for the summer. I'm soooo excited to see everyone. So much has changed since i've been here. People have gotten married, had babies, and sadly passed on, and I wasn't there for any of it. I miss my grammy most of all. She's my heartstring, and has been there for me from before I even knew m'self. I can't wait to eat some native Bahamian food - some sheep tongue souse and johnny cake early on a Saturday morning, a bowl of my grammy's okra soup, some steam pork chop, peas 'n rice, macaroni, fried plantain and cole slaw. and bey one conch snack with lettuce and tomatoes on the side: some seafood and ting - some lobster, baked bonefish, boil fish, fried snappers, some fish row, and conch in every way imagineable; have some tropical fruit - fresh picked mangoes, avocadoes, guineps, seagrapes, sugarapples; some sweet tings and all - coconut cake, benny cake, coconut jimmy, cream cake, guava duff, pineapple tart, coconut tart; walk barefoot on the beach, feel the ocean's ebb and flow sweep over my feet as the sun's warm rays kiss my face and the the fragrant sea breeze tickles my body. Boy, I miss those Sunday afternoon drives with the soft lover's R&B providing the soundtrack, and a smooth rich Miami vice and some conch fritters to nibble on, enjoying good conversation or reveling in the silence and the beauty that only island life can provide. I miss my land, my people, my home.