THE MYSTERY OF IDEAS AND HOW THEY WORK IS INDEED MIRED TO UNFOLD AT TIMES
IMAGINE the painter, a younger relative, and the strange piece that they are working on, which you can’t figure out, so you enquire, “How come this image?” And the answer is, “I saw a woman and a child in the bath in this house we used to live in, or so I thought. We moved away, but before that, I told my godmother and she told me to pray before I went to sleep. And when I awoke in the morning, I did just that, then I heard her talking to the man who owned the home, who had come for his rent. ‘Well, meh god-son, hmmm…,’ she quietly narrated her story, ‘he see wha ah a tell yuh, he remember that she had on, yes, yes, yes, a dark green dress,’ then, ‘I’m an honest man, I admit that the girl commit suicide in the house by the forty-feet, but other people lived here before, no one said anything about seeing anything like that. Lemme give yuh some advise[sic], Ms Elesabeth, get one ah dem Spirit church people, they gon pass he over some boil rice with certain bush in it, and everything done, problem will stop.’ My ma responded, ‘And he gon stop remembering what he saw?’ ‘Ah, Sister Elezebeth, he gon forget it.’”
Years later, two teachers watched two school friends consuming the adventures of a mystical novel, My Bones and My Flute, written by a local writer, and indicated to another young teacher sharing a bench. One whispered to the other, “Is who lessons class the two of them prevailing over? Why does he read all them jumbie stories? He better read the textbook that will help him to pass the exam.”
An elder interrupts, “Young sirs, they’re reading, and I’s sure that they will find their niche in our world, and explore labyrinths that we will shudder from.”
Wherever we venture, we will all be confronted by an inner narrative that propels us to explore and question. We are in a world that proposes lasting entrepreneurship. Where does it begin, if not with a mind that explores and relies on its own beginnings and interpretations before we stumble and stand again, recognising that those who presume to know have never been in the fray of sleepless nights in the search of one’s own, rather than a mimic among legions of a type that has a master’s mould. Understand and venture on, with dreams of your own precise perspective.
