confessions of a reformed tourist
West Indian slang for ejaculate (both the noun and the verb) is “break”. I thought, at first, that this was kind of weird, but the more I thought about it, the more it made perfect sense. Break? Break. Break! Yes. Exactly. There’s also a saying, something that you ask people who are just not hearing [...]
(The following is a random thought I had this morning. It’s all true but it’s so “Maria being Maria” I couldn’t keep a straight face while writing it.) I’m not from the South, I’m a New Yorker. But I do indeed say “y’all” which is something I picked up whilst living in Paris and if [...]
Lately I’ve been worried that I’m mentally losing touch with Grenada. That I’m no longer an honorary West Indian. That I’ve lost my “spice”. And then today I was watching Bean try to put the peel back on a banana and I thought to myself: “What de ass do he?” Ah still got it.
