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“Oh really? What did you learn when you were caught shoplifting? And exactly how did you use the stepping stone your mother provided when she lost her job because she had an affair with her boss’ husband?”
Start wrong and you’ll end wrong.”
It just goes to show that poverty puts your life into proper perspective.
This is a man’s world. Men running de government. Men is de doctors and lawyers. But dem foolish because they can’t do it without them wives.”
a kiss isn’t a simple thing; it’s perhaps the most intimate experience that any two people can ever hope to have. It manifests itself from deep within and doesn’t hide what’s inside someone’s heart. It lays bare a person’s intentions, their motivations and character all in one dandy package.
It was especially hard for my mother. That back-breaking work in
the fields coupled with cooking, washing, cleaning, looking after a family…I don’t know how she did it. All she used to say when things got hard was, “Grace by name and Grace by nature.”
she always said that complaining took energy she couldn’...
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“How did you get in here?” “The same way you got into her; the entrance was open,”
In time you shall see that he wasn’t meant for the journey you are on. He didn’t leave you, he relieved you of him.”
“This is the problem with you modern-day women; you don’t do what you’re supposed to and you get annoyed when you don’t get the results you want. You need to be more attentive to your king and take responsibility for your actions.
“Look at you; your hair looks like something’s been nesting in it and you’ve got holes in your blouse. A man likes to come home to order: clean house, beautiful woman and warm food. Not once have you brought a plate of Sunday food for me. I’m going places in this country and I should be accompanied by someone who at least looks like they’re along for the ride.”
Sunday food was an intense ritual in every Barbadian home.
“I dream ‘bout fishes,” she said accusingly as she squeezed my arms tightly. “You got to stop it” she sputtered, spittle flying from her lips.
‘Wisdom isn’t learned; it’s earned.’”
