The Games of the XXX Olympiad - London 2012

The Concorde is an example of Invention which the British are instilled by. The Games of the XXX Olympiad in 2012 shall motive their ability to host it with a zeal of refinement, power and unforgeable beauty.

As a young boy, I had a fascination with drawing airplanes, and as a hobby, I carved a scale model of the Concorde by using a piece of wood and cardboard for its wings. The model was supported by a wire brace, and the airplane looked convincing and could stand on its own. The Concorde along with the DC-9 were two planes I showed at the British Airways, Air Canada and Air France travel bureaus in Port of Spain, Trinidad and for my efforts, I was given one of their display models.

In my fascination with flight, I devised a contraption using a nylon cord attached from one end of the fence all along to the other end of the yard. The showroom scale model, Air France A300 was suspended by a pulley and the under the wings I mounted a landing gear. At the point where the plane touched the dirt, it gave the appearance that the plane was landing. The only problem was, I had to race up and down the hill to release it. So as it scaled down the line, I had to run ahead to the spot where the wheels touched the ground.

Just recently, I was asked why didn't I become a pilot, I believe that it was the fascination of machines in flight that instilled my dream.

Sita - Gim meh one nah

The sweet yet stringy mango starch. Starch is considered a favorite after Julie

Sita was known to the villagers as a women who constantly begged for something. If she saw anyone eating a orange, yellow plums or a pommerac, she wanted one.

One afternoon, the boys in the village killed a Matchit, a snake like a coral with bright red and black marking. They rolled and tied it in into a ball and one of the fellars put it in his pocket and went to the mango tree to pick and suck mangoes. After raiding the tree, they stooped under the tree for shade and began to suck as many mangoes as they could. Not to be surprised by the beggarwoman turning up and began whining to them, Gim meh a mango hah, gim meh one hah, Oh chuts, allyuh belly full, gim meh two to take.

While sucking a mango, a boy motioned, hmm! hmm! hmm! and he nodded his head at his pocket. Sita put her her hand in and pulled out the balled snake, collapsing right there on the spot. The boys dropped whatever they were eating and fled the scene. The woman never begged again.

Stories from Mayaro, Trinidad

A tailor's revenge

Saga Boy Boyse the following Friday after the incident

Every Friday evening, Boyse would come into his friend's tailor shop and with his flat bottom he would jump up on the counter, Braps. He would do this wearing his white long sleeve shirt and pants and the act was to entice the girls who came in and to showoff what a Saga Boy he was. The counter was a place where people put their bread down, and Boyse took no consideration of this and put down a few farts smelling up the place. The tailor had just had enough.

The follow Friday, Boyse bounced in and did his routine and jumped up on the counter. The tailor had spent the week devising a contraption using a needle that was placed between the crease of the boards of the counter and could move up and down by a piece of twine he tied to the sewing peddle. As they conversed, he operated the peddle which in turn sent the needle through the counter. Boyse was agitated by these small prickly jabs and rubbed his bottom on the table to quell the sting. Is ants? As they chatted, the tailor would fire another jook into his cheek and the man fidgeted again.

The night before, a mixture of pitch oil lamp soot and lard were brushed on the counter, this was in preparation for the Saga boy and those notorious white pants. Boyse, unmindful to what was actually causing this itch worked in the mixture well as he continued to wiggle his bottom against it. After a while, he jumped off the counter was walked out the shop.

Boyse, yuh mess you pant or what? grokked someone. The black oil stain had soiled the seat of his pants. Yuh mad or what, I just come from home, these clothes fresh, he fired back. When he reached back to see, all he could say was, But he is a murder and never jumped up on his friend's table again.

It should be noted that the pants was ruined by the stain.

Stories from Mayaro, Trinidad

Salindra pick it

The flower of the citrus fruit


Miss Elianore was a Baptist and every morning she would sing, Jesus loves me. This I know, For the Bible tells me so., Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so and so forth. Her neighbour would be irritated by her hymns because his children would began to sing the chorus, Yes Jesus loves me. For the Bible tells me so. He would say, All yuh better believed in what yuh singing. That would ended their morning prayers.

Miss Elianore also had a orange tree where a few branches overhung in her neighbour' yard. The children were forbidden to pick any fruit although if they asked their neigbour, she would kindly give them. One morning, their father heard some branches rustling and then caught a whiff of a orange rind followed by someone saying, Dat orange sweet, Ah feel to pick more and this commotion made him fly off the spring bed and pelt down stairs to see who had picked the fruit.

I smell orange, he said, who pick de orange? I hope Miss Elianore put poison in de soil, who pick de orange? Is aunti Salindra muttered one of his children. Well this just enraged him even more. Salindra, a big hardback woman like you sucking odder people orange, I hope Miss Elianore poison de tree this morning, I hope she put plenty so yuh go dead. How could you teach meh children to tief.

The elder of the village, Miss Elianore carried a shiny brown leather belt around waist to keep her blossoms in place and many people in the village believed she polished it every day with caster oil, but they knew her reasonings. At every party in the village, Miss Elianore was in attendance and at 6pm she would say, Alright, all children time to go home, is big people time. No one would appose her, not even the host. And by six o'clock, the room was empty of the rascals.

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There is an example of the rich traditions from Trinidad and Tobago remembered by your tanti or elder. It was a time where morals and behavior where set in stone, both by the head of the household and the community. Salindra was his sister in law and the village is Mayaro, Trinidad,