Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Bob Marley on the Radio

I like reggae because I grew up with it on the islands.* It reminds me of the sun shinning on my brown arms. Skin getting browner by the minute because of the moist heat. Green trees and their leaves hang everywhere as if trying to give shades to the natives, but we are all still the color of dark molasses, and always shiny. 

Cars drive by slowly on my busy block with their windows down,  their beats overlapping with the radio of the corner store, Monty's, playing Bob Marley, "I shot the sheriff..."

I sit on my porch, drinking watered down Coke from the ice that's melted quickly from the warm blanket heat, and wait for my mom to come home from her job as a tour guide to tourists who think this island, this place we call home, is exotic and strange. 

*Prompt used from a ForWord Session. The first line was not mine.


  1. That was a good story. I was also a big fan of Bob Marley and I were always listening to his music. I did a research before about how did bob marley die.

  2. Hey! I remember this... :-) Finally found your blog!