Antigua is, in Antiguan dialect, where my ‘navel string bury’ meaning where my umbilical cord was cut and where I’ve taken my first breath. No matter how far or close I roam, I will always crave the familiarity that only comes with being home.
I love Jamaica. With the exception of school getting in the way and thrusting the cool level far below what it is meant to be. However, there are always those moments when I long for home. Antigua has made an indelible mark on my soul – growing up there has played a role in all that I am now and what I will eventually become. Sometimes I lie in bed and recall my childhood when I’m homesick. The childhood which was filled with double-dog-daring cousins to climb coconut trees and falling out of mango trees myself … early morning sunrises at the beach and playing cricket in my backyard. Sometimes I’m too homesick for replaying happy memories like a slideshow. That’s when I’m happy for the photos that can put me right into the middle of our City and can force me to close my eyes to remember the sounds, the hums, the rhythm of a day in the life at home. It is the closest I will come to home for the next seven months… so I’ll like to share with you a few photos taken by one of my friends which definitely sum up a stroll through St. Johns.
I hope you enjoyed this virtual trip as much as I did.