A tattered love letter
Back in standard four, Misty was the black Barbie of our primary school.
Her skin dark and moist as the fertile soil of the African Congo.
Her teeth white like ivory.
Her hair was soft like a sponge cake that glistened with the application of pure Petroleum jelly.
Her fingernails pink and unspotted.
Her pubescent chest was round like two golden apples. Perfect for her small but athletic frame —she played netball.
Her stomach concave like a valley that a marble or a penny could easily roll into.
Her hips round as a zaboca, holding the promise of motherhood.
Her arms and legs were hairy. She was a tarantula.
Misty and I were classroom rivals, competing for the prize of coming first in the test in class of forty. At the close of each school year excitement would build, our teacher, Mrs. Gordon, would call in reverse order the name of each student and their ranking. I often tied with Misty for first in class and we were both rewarded with lavish praise and small gifts of new erasers, wooden rulers, and boxes of crayons for our hard work. On the other hand, those at the bottom of rankings were sternly lectured by Mrs. Gordon and Mr. Banks, the stout, bald headmaster, with hands as large as a bear’s paws.
“Why are you so hard to understand?” Mrs. Gordon would often stop to ask in the middle of the lesson, her head pointed towards heaven.
Among the boys labeled hard-headed by Mrs. Gordon, many were my good playmates.
And so I never fully agreed with Mrs. Gordon's negative remarks, knowing that these same boys excelled in a world unknown to people like Mrs. Gordon and the stern pr
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I love how you teach me to love myself first,so that I can pour into another’s cup.This blog seems to reflect on the historical context of the Caribbean, particularly the interactions between indigenous tribes like the Arawaks and Caribs and the impact of European colonization. It also delves into the personal experiences and reflections of the narrator, Nigel, as he navigates his own world and relationships. The mention of the letter to Misty hints at a deeper emotional story. Overall, it touches on themes of identity, history, and personal growth.
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