Emoting in R & B

There is a song for every thought, every sentiment, every feeling. Of this I am absolutely convinced. I am not unique in that view. So is my friend Philip and so we found last night is Colman Domingo. Who is Colman Domingo you ask? Only a one man tour-de-force that swept North London up in … Continue reading

New House Same Rules

Eight months shy of my fifth year in London, four years into my tenancy or as I call it my Clapham Common residency my landlady gives me notice. To quit, to leave, to vacate her premises pursuant to the clause in our tenancy agreement to which I never even paid attention when I signed. I … Continue reading

For the Walters Family: Fifteen Years Away From Ordinary

The morning of June 30, 1998 was an ordinary one. We woke up; two uncles, my father and I. He made porridge. We ate. Laughed as we did each morning about the Richter shattering capacity of one uncle’s snores. They left to different destinations and I headed into the office. The office was only 25 … Continue reading

Looking For A Lifestyle-NYC ’13

I have a friend who never ceases to remind me of one of the more memorable lines delivered by Sarah Jessica Parker as whiny, husband stealing Shelley in The First Wives Club “Morty, all I want is a lifestyle, some ambiance and classic eternal good taste!” It came back to me more than a few … Continue reading

Will Your Life Be A Light?

Will it summon the living to celebrate its beauty with laughter, tears and gladness? Will it warm the heart forever? Will it tell the world that life is beautiful? Will it summon other lights and teach us to make ours burn brighter? Will it remind us there is no yesterday or tomorrow, only now and … Continue reading

Missing A Foot

Our family is big, huge. So big in fact that if you wish you can choose an entire line. You could declare that line your family, restrict it but still have enough blood left over to people a tiny village. In fact my mother’s line already is a tiny village. Porter’s Mountain in rural Westmoreland, Jamaica. And Porter’s … Continue reading

Make Mine Sharkleberry Fin

Sharkleberry Fin, just so you know used to be my favourite Kool Aid flavour. I drank it by the gallon, crushed over ice for the entirety of my two years in Barbados, okay since we are setting up for full confession mode I also was known to lace it with dark rum and limes for … Continue reading

New York Chronicles : Day Seven Chasing Joy

Seven days into this still new year finds me two days away from my return to London and resolved to do with today what I failed to do with yesterday. Yesterday I hunted joy in retail and from 1st to 5th Avenue she proved elusive. I found despair, really floor manager at Zara do not ask me … Continue reading

New York Chronicles: Sunday on the Block

So trading the proverbial black dog of a London winter holiday season for the monkey that is New York’s version might make little sense when another option is my hometown is Kingston a.k.a. 26 Celcius. I admit I erred, waited around until it was too late to get reasonably priced tickets and while it is true that … Continue reading

People Make My World Go ‘Round

I could think of ten songs in ten seconds that use the word people in it. Begging them to get ready for the coming train, extolling their capacity to make the world go round or being, because even every day types are just people every day, at least that’s what Speech said. And this isn’t because … Continue reading