Wordsworth McAndrew – Meche Meche, Ol’ Higue, and Cook-up Rice!
By Dr. Dhanpaul Narine
The speck of a curved moon sent the village into its own sense of rapture. The clouds soon parted. Moonlight was like day and the village assumed a sense of purpose and anticipation. The lone radio beckoned the people to meet and share stories. Folk tales were spun into fantastic webs: spiders spoke and the lang lady hid in the bushes as Black Sam held court with his jumbie stories.
The Murphy radio was plugged into the Berec dry cell battery and the magic hour would soon approach. Continue reading