Evening.

Drowning eyes with colour.

Beautiful sunset.



Crowds walk through the turnstills..murmurs and whistles.Girls laughing.Men 

and women holding hands.Boys and girls smile with each other.The smell of 

tar and engine oil runs up nostrils and evaporate into a long day memory.A 

good day memory.No fussing nor fighting.For once,the youths have behaved 

themselves.





(The Writer laments)



Maybe,just maybe,the Government needs to give the people A PEACE DAY.

Maybe,just maybe,the people would appreciate what they have and give thanks.

Maybe,just maybe,the youth would enjoy life,stop living on the edge and love 

themselves.

Maybe,just maybe,white,blacks,browns,indians,chinese..all kinda races would 

realise that this rock..this beautiful rock called BARBADOS..is for 

everyone.

Maybe,...NO..IN REALITY...This land is our land and shouldn't be sold.

The beaches.

The trees.

The sea.

The very breeze.

OURS.

-----

Take down your walls..

MULL over your thoughts

you are,but a foreigner

In my land..on my beach..under my trees..bathing in my sea..and the breezes 

you feel...that is mine too.



This land is mine.

I was born here.

I grew up here.

I played cricket here.

My heart and soul remains here.



A N D



When my hair has turned to silver

and my thoughts have left me

I gine curl up right here

and die here

on this land.



(fin)

-----



Veronica hugs Leslie,leaving a sadness hanging in the evening 

air.solace!!solace!! heart tug..solace!! solace!! Tears form at the pit of 

stomach,waiting,,waiting for another day.

She enters the car.

Duawee's sadness breaks off  in the middle of a KISS.



(dry your eyes sweetheart...I'll be with you,again,soon)



They fought with words,but surrendered to silence.No amount of words could 

bring happiness.No amount of words could bring smiles.Just two people 

driving along a sad,meandering road.



Veronica: D, I need to say goodbye to Marlene,Mike,Lorraine,Junie, the 

baby...



Duawee: oh..I almost forgot.



Veronica:(smiling) That's not like you...to forget.



They look at each other..eyes..meeting..telling..burning within.. needing 

every minute to fall into a slow motion kiss.

alongdrawnoutkiss----@,then silence,,,an evening,moving,slowly towards 

morning.



--

   ___

       ***

          ^^==

Marlene and Lorraine run towards the approaching car.Hugs and kisses.

Junie walks into a great big HHuuuGG.A silence weaves in and out,as words 

become trapped between nervous laughter.



Veronica: where's the baby? I..I need to see Mike,need to say goodbye.



Junie:The baby's inside,sleeping...Mike?..He should be home.Marlene call 

over at Ms Bouyon,,tell her to tell Mike someone wants to see him.



Marlene unattaches herself from Veronica's arm and runs into the 

house.Lorraine take her place.Same posture.Same love.



Duawee sits next to Junie.Veronica is missing him,even though he's within 

reach.Love is keeping them apart.



Mike runs into a kiss and a long hug.He's happy.He has love too.



Veronica:It's been a long time Mike.How are you doing in school? How's your 

mother?



Mike: Mummy's at home reading the bible.I was helping her with some words.Ms 

Bouyon told me someone was over here to see me.I knew it was you.



Veronica: Will you write to me? Here's my address  and I've put something in 

this envelope for you...come! give me one of those sweet hugs again.



The hug suspends them.Time non-existence.Her hands cups his face and 

shivering movement runs through her stomach.Mike's crying.She finds his face 

covered in water,tears draining from eye-lids,a-glow with searching wonder.A 

cute face broken in despair.Her lips tremble,tears form and flow.Mike's eyes 

closes,his little body trembles,he sniffs unashamedly.He hardly knows the 

stranger,but has built a lasting bond with her.He loves her like a 

sister.Veronica's eyes are open.The wind and water causes her to blink.she 

loves this little boy.A stanger in her life.



Veronica: Mike! come walk with me..please?



Mike shakes his head.The others look away with uneasiness.They had witness 

the bearing of love between two strangers.

Two hands held together,forming a friendship.They leave.



Car radio plays reggae.Marlene is dancing.She invites Junie to follow her 

dance movements.From the melancholy mode,laughter returns.



---

   night

         falls

               ---





Mike and Veronica returns.It's late.Mike kisses.Says goodnight.Weeps 

goodbye,then dash through the night.His little feet slapping the street in 

anger.Veronica watches him disappear,her heart heavy,her eyes full and her 

life emptying.She sits next to Duawee,hold his hands,lays her head on his 

shoulder and sighs.



A light dinner...nervous laughter punctuated into the melancholy mood.All 

eyes are on Veronica.



Veronica rises from her seat,with hands outstretched,holding a glass.She 

gives a toast.



Veronic: I would like to give a toast to all of you for the wonderful time 

you have given me.I've had a great time and it's your generosity, coupled 

with your friendliness,which has made this the most enjoyabled vacation I've 

ever had.I'm speechless.You welcomed me from the first time I met you.You 

embraced me like a sister.You challenged me,without asking,to understand 

your culture,to be one of you.I've learnt so much of the human spirit.I've 

met a wonderful man,who is just perfect.I've met a host of other people.They 

have made me feel so great about life.It's like paradise.The word paradise 

being the people.I would love to stay,but ...but..



Her tears run over eye-lids.She lifts the glass to her trembling lips,hands 

a-shaking and words bubbling.The water runs down her cheeks,unto her 

hands,squeezes through her folded fingers and rest on the rim of the glass.



MAUBY...MELANCHOLY...ICE...FROZEN...DINERS...WORDS...DIP...LIPS ...

CURLED...BECKON...A NEED...

                           )

                            )

                             )

                        >>>>()



They rush forward into hugs and warm smiles,mixed with tears of joy.Duawee 

looks into his glass,feeling loneliness return.A cold wind enters.He 

shivers.She sits next to him.



Veronica: Baby.. we have to go home.



Duawee didn't hear her words.He's caught between her beauty and his fate.



Veronica: baby...baby.. we have to go home.



Duawee: ok let's go.



They rise from the table,at the same time,her body still leaning on his.The 

open door brings a strong gust of wind.Marlene runs outside for another 

hug.She hands her an envelop,kisses and runs back to the door.Junie and 

Lorraine wave until the car has disappeared.They close the door,clear the 

table,wash the utensils,sit and sighs,until baby cries.



Car motors along the winding road.Jazz is playing on the radio.

ARTURO TAPPIN

NICHOLAS BRANKER

AND THE HOLDERS BAND

PLAYING..

         -song:: Flying Fish on Baxters Road(calypso jazz)



Duawee:I've bought something special for you.



Veronica: What is it?



Duawee:It's a secret,you'll like it.



Veronica: come-on tell me..I don't like secrets,they make me nervous.



Duawee: nervous?



Veronica:  NER---VOUS..then I feel real sexy.



She moves closer to him.He tries to control the car.her eyes are deep with 

want and her hands investigates.

paaarrrmmm(car horn blows)



Duawee: You are going to cause an accident...be..beehhe..behave



Veronica: Why should I...you've changed me.I was suppose to be going home 

and now look what you made me do.



Duawee: hahha ..always...blaming the man ...all the time..blame the man



VERONICA: Yes! you men are responsible for everything that goes wrong.

you know it's true.



Duawee: explain?



VERONICA: Don't need to..let me see how ticklish you are..come let me 

unbutton your shirt..can I...hold the steering wheel.



Duawee: I'm gonnna hav...ve ...stop it.. stop it,,you might...hey let's stop 

by the beach and have a moonlight walk..Do you have many things to pack.



Veronica:No,just a few things.



She sighs,then takes her hands out.

************

The moonlight lays on the water,with it's beams stretching towards heaven.

water blue now a dark grey.Out of the car and onto the sand.Couples locked 

in embrace are worshipping the night.Blankets lying on the sand,kisses in 

between love-moments.The rush of heartbeat/waves to the shore makes the 

night ..PARADISE.

(BARBADOS)



Veronica's eyes bloom.

Moon and stars.

small waves leaping.

breeze blowing softly against skin.

tranquility.

Alone,in the dark,sparks a kiss.



Sitting on a blanket they watch the moon become an ocean of thoughts and 

dreams.He moves towards her,his lips begging,his heart beating fast,with a 

NEED rising high,inside.They kiss like never before.Long and hard.



Little earthquakes explode.

                           Waves rush to the shore.



heave body breathless

                     intoxicated with love's fever

melting into arms

                 waiting for him

his kiss on eyelids

                   on neck

lips on earlobes

                on forehead

venturing d

           o

            w

             n

              ward

easing a pain

                  moanful gasps

whispers  soft

              in ear

                     (yesss)



Weaving in and out,waves,full of body,leaves foam dripping around their 

legs.Lips down mountain peak.



gasps..gasps

Falling down into forgiveness.She is overwhelm by a sudden urge to love 

him.Her kiss grabs his attention,pulling his bottom lip as she melts into 

submission.Her legs fall apart.

body burn

         water relief

                     surfing

                            on broken waves

                                           pleasure me

                                           (gasps)

love me

(hush)



A frantic search for the unbuttoning.A need to feel.sudden  

eclipse/Ecli,,,()



Twisting and turning

the inevitable

happens.





TO BE CONTINUED



---If you be offended by the words used,please4 e-mail me and let nme 

know.I've agonised over whether I should write this for the internet,fearful 

of access by children who surf the net.

I take full responsibilty of any repercussions this may cause and exonerate 

Stephen Mendes from any blame.



dennis young

(a bajan doing a ting)

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