Here’s to the most remarkably accomplished Mature-souled Slave in the modern era. Brava! Well done indeed… I remember long ago during childhood, all of St. Kitts was scrubbed and excited. There was bunting everywhere and it seemed almost like Christmas time which would, after Boxing Day, bleed into Carnival – a time of laughter, dancing, fun and excitement.
There in the shadow of Brimstone Hill Fortress, on another beautiful, sunny West Indian day, HM Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh drove past headed north through the lone street of Sandy Point, St. Kitts. I was on the east side of the road, across from the playing field down which only two days earlier, I had the honour of slipping and falling into the large open sewer drain from Pogson Hospital where caterpillars were a welcome sight on its old growth of magnolia trees. My mother, Harella, a teacher in the school that I attended, promptly had me take off my favourite pair of shorts and had them hung out to dry.
Never mind that I had been wearing no such thing as underwear; thus, I had to endure an eternity of two days with every little girl in the school chasing after me because there was I with my bits hanging out whilst wearing a shirt that could hardly make it down to my sexy belly button. I got a good glimpse of HM Queen Elizabeth II as she drove past, waving and looking out and to my side of the road no less.
The moment was brief, as little union jacks excitedly waved and everyone boisterously cheered. Just like that… she was gone. I was so grateful for the queen having visited to mark the independence of St. Kitts, Nevis and Anguilla as they entered statehood. Her visit had stealthily eclipsed my shame at having been chased about the Sandy Point recreation grounds being teased by every girl… to say nothing of boy.
After her majesty drove past, as the excitement of the moment wore on, the gaggle of similar-aged boys (6-8 years old) with whom I stood waving and cheering made our move. This was a good enough excuse to dash up the lane and into the sugar cane fields where more long, hot and passionate moments of intercrural play was accompanied by whispered quickened breaths and proclamations of love – after all among us seven boys there was one who, though dumb as all fuck, proved my initiation into that most obsessive of fraternities – size queendom. Older souls are not born innocent…
Here’s to Elizabeth Regina… Indeed, it has been good to be incarnate in this the second Elizabethan Age and a glorious one it has been. Like Nelson Mandela, this remarkable human being inspires ready admiration, respect and her centred nobility of spirit in truly inspiring…
Recently, Cody and his lovely wife became first-time parents. I don’t know, perhaps, it presumptuous of me to say but I do believe that this new lightness and attack is influenced by the addition of the marvellous little woman who recently joined and completed their world. I love this painting. Congrats, again, you three.