My love for the sea
Sometimes when I come upon folks over here in the UK, they realise that I must have lived somewhere different. The depth of that consideration depends on who it is. For example:
- The majority of British folks who have lived here all their life think that I am a novelty. I sound different. I don’t sound as if I’m from the Motherland. I also don’t sound British, so they automatically say the USA. Then they go through the gamut of states trying to figure out my place of origin. Sometimes I just let them do it.
- The majority of folks from the Motherland ask if I am Ghanian, which I am not (the background of a Caribbean person is a complicated by a tragic history). Unfortunately, some of them are convinced I’m either lying or that I would never convince anyone otherwise. Other things get thrown in there as well…like the fact that because I am a black woman who looks whatever particular way I look, I traditionally need a man. This happened up to a few days ago (see a video of my elaboration on this on my IGTV videos (I need a man…apparently)) – Link to come
- The majority of folks who are fairly well traveled get it when I tell them that my accent is a combination of British and Bajan. They hear both coming through at certain times. They tend to love my accent and wish I could talk forever…LOL
- The majority of folks from the Caribbean immediately get it. More often than not I hear them first and my heart is touched to hear the familiar tones, most especially when they are Bajan.
Though my immediate heritage lies in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, Barbados and the UK, I lived in Barbados, or what we Bajans call “Bim”, for 4 decades. Because of that extended stay I grew to love everything about the island. Though it is like most places with good bits and challenging bits, I can truly say that knowing that I could walk 7 minutes to the ocean was wonderful.
This is Brownes Beach, the beach I saw everyday for most of my years. It is considered one of the most popular and beautiful beaches on the island. Just a stone’s throw away from the city of Bridgetown, Brownes Beach is half a mile long of white sand. The location is special as well since it is part of a heritage site “Historic Bridgetown and its Garrison”…just like my home☺️
We leave our home for different reasons
Upon having conversations with folks here, they tend to ask why did I leave. They mean well, but most do not consider that every person on the planet has their own story, and sometimes these stories have chapters in other places. Still, I fondly yearn for the warm breezes, the people that will tell you off if you don’t say “good morning”, and the slightly different pace.
I am so thankful that part of my 5am regime when I was in primary school was to go to the beach with my grandmother (sometimes my grandfather joined) and “have a dip”, as Bajans call it. I hated leaving the sea. I still am like that. I would spend a whole day in the ocean if I could. While my grandmother stayed with me near the coast and talk with the other ladies who brought their children and grans, my grandfather would swim out to the boats, as the other men did. This was tradition. The men would swim out. The women would “dip”. Still, the tradition of religiously going to the sea (that’s how we say it…not going to the beach) was a therapeutic one, and it still happens to this very day.
What a wonderful reason to wake up early.
Thank you so much for reading 🙏🏾 I hope my little share has been a lovely respite for you in the busyness of this world. I will be writing more about the island and my experiences there so stay tuned.
I have created a meditation using a video of Brownes Beach in the evening, so when you want to relax at the end of the day, please go over and visit my YouTube