By Omilla Mungroo. The shabbily dressed, unshaven old man who delivered the flowers, looked at me as if I was from Mars! Of course they were for me, I thought, but who sent them? There were three red roses, two pink and one white rose, two white and two pink carnations, …
Read More »Chacachacare – come to my island!
By Omilla Mungroo. “I sit and wait, deserted with all my jewels. I lie alone at nights like one drifted apart from incongruous main lands, not sure to which I really belong, but claimed by one; the smaller yet more precious in my sight, from my jetty, where I see lights …
Read More »Tribute to retired teachers of St Joseph primary
By Omilla Mungroo. This is in tribute to the retired teachers of the St Joseph Government Primary School who taught between 1972 and 1978: Mrs P Belmar, Ms Martin, Ms D Punch, Ms M Grenaway, Ms Chase, Ms Peters, Mr Gill, and then principal Mr Martin (deceased). A tribute to all …
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