A Eulogy to my Youth – some thoughts on reaching 40

I used to hold on to my old selves like they were living, breathing things and thinking that if I let them go, I would somehow be betraying them, abandoning them, when in reality they were pleading to be freed from a mind and heart that they no longer suited. Pleading to be laid to rest.

Islam Island

The attempted Coup d’etat of July 27, 1990 in Trinidad and Tobago represents a deep rupture for me, and for many of the children who belonged to the Jamaat Al Muslimeen community. It signaled an end to life as we knew it. Over the last few years, I have been exploring and interrogating the landscape […]

Green Mangoes in my pockets – [Reflections on growing up]

There is grace in the way your heart crashes onto every shore with the hope that it has found home.

Sombras y Memorias: Un Encuentro (Shadows and Memories: An Encounter)

Dealing with a difficult personal history on your own is very challenging; not knowing where to start, how to contain your emotions, how to proceed to share ideas in a way that makes sense to others and is relevant.

Madonna, Bathtubs, My Yellow Bike and other random memories…

After the river there was #1 Mucurapo Road, the compound, a religious commune where everything was shared and where everyone was welcomed. Food, clothing, shelter, religious instruction, friendship, brotherhood/sisterhood, purpose, joy, education it was a one stop shop is what I am told. My childhood memories of life at #1 have over the years boiled down to […]