I Love Her And I Don’t Care What You Think
UPDATED NOV. 30, 2016
I’ve been in love with her from the first time I laid my eyes on her. No, I’m not talking about loving my mother, or my sister, or grandmother. But she means as much to me as these special and most important women in my life. Just like them, she has been and forever will be tied to my heart, my soul, my existence, my legacy. She has been with me from my very humble beginnings and she never lets me forget that, no matter how long I’ve not seen her or how many miles apart we may be. She and I have a bond that many of my friends and even some of my own relatives can never understand. A few of them actually envy our relationship.
From my happy childhood days growing up in a tiny village through my rebellious teenage/secondary school years, into my soul searching young adulthood living in the “heights,” to now as I’m trying to live the dream in this concrete jungle, she has remained my rock. She has been always one to inspire me, to show me that no matter how small, unknown or seemingly insignificant to others I may be, that I can make a big impact in this world. She has taught me some of the most crucial lessons in life: about family; friendships; romance; sex; fortitude; work ethic; career; sacrifice; selflessness. She helped shape my personality; my gregarious, “cool under fire” nature; my sarcastic wit; my no BS attitude; my go-getter spirit; my faith in God.
She instilled in me an insatiable appetite for my culture: from eating savory home-cooked dishes to sucking sweet raw sugar cane; from marveling at the art of double entendre in Calypso to perfecting my “wuk up” to pulsating Soca rhythms; from playing hopscotch with girlfriends to watching cricket with an entire region; from slamming tar to hopping on a ZR (maxi taxi); from scouting the gullies for tropical fruits to pick and eat, to taking a refreshing sea bath in crystal clear blue waters amidst cool breezes cascading off the Atlantic Ocean, then leaving my footprints along white sand beaches after watching a golden sunset.
She has shown by example the value of education, a good education, how I can capitalize on it to improve my situation. How I can use the knowledge gained from within academic halls to spread my wings, to see the world, how I can combine that knowledge with my experiences and my personality to build relationships, to let others see her through me. I’ve found that by letting others see her through me, I’m teaching them about a true unconditional love, about an unspoiled beauty, about pride, about industry. That I’m upholding and defending her honour, that by my living I’m doing credit to her – wherever I go. She, my world, my home no matter where I roam – Barbados.
Happy 50th birthday to my beautiful homeland, the island of “Coucou and Flying Fish,” the “Gem of the Caribbean,” area code 246, national colours blue, yellow and black, 166 square miles of pure smiles. I love you, Barbados. Happy Independence! #GodBlessBim. #CelebratingBim #JubileeCelebration
~ I Keep it Irie ~
Images of my love and me – paradise.:-)