Tag Archives: Omilla Mungroo

By Omilla Mungroo. We built our camp hurriedly alongside the small, red-brick structure which housed two water-tanks. These were reserved for the lighthouse keeper, our friend. It was the neatest tent we ever managed to set up: the blue tarpaulin was new and stood stable against the forceful Easter winds. How …

By Omilla Mungroo. Like an eagle watching over its brood, with watchful eyes and nurturing silence, the Abbey at Mount St Benedict sits with its historical buildings surrounding it, as if beckoning to the people, “Come away and rest for a while.” Organisations surrounding Mt St Benedict Founded in 1912 by …

By Omilla Mungroo. One Sunday evening as my son and I walked home from the park, I was telling him about how people litter the place, and that there is a fine for people pelting rubbish out of their vehicle windows. We were having that discussion because the park had been …

The versatile Roucou or Ookoo plant By Omilla Mungroo. Someone once told me a globally recognised fast food doesn’t taste the same elsewhere as it does here in Trinidad and Tobago. It’s most probably the herbs or seasonings grown here, she said. Others who have travelled to the US and other …

By Omilla Mungroo. I had not seen a “poya” case since my grandfather was alive! A “poya” case or cutlass case is used by people who hunt, plant crops or do some kind of farming for a living. So when I saw one hanging at the front of Neil’s leather shop …

By Omilla Mungroo. I can’t recall where I was going, but the driver of the taxi was light brown in complexion, slim build, had a cool air about him, but I had never seen him before, which was strange because I never travel in a car where I don’t know or …

By Omilla Mungroo. All I remembered was my mother making a big fuss over us getting dressed in new clothes, combing my long hair, and then the four of us walking from home through St Joseph with my dad. It was the first time he was taking us all out without …

This article is a personal account of a road trip along the North Coast Road in Trinidad, told through the first-person perspective of a local citizen. It provides a detailed narrative of the journey from the capital through the winding mountain passes of the Northern Range to the remote coastal …

Queen’s Park Oval cricket memories remain a foundational element of Trinidadian sporting culture, specifically regarding the unifying atmosphere of international matches held at this historic Port-of-Spain venue. This article examines the personal narrative of a first-time visitor to the ground during the 1992 West Indies versus Pakistan series. It details …

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, …