Ethel is pounding provisions for the next meal. She wipes the perspiration from her forehead, accidentally depositing a nice clump of cassava on it. Suddenly she sits up sharply! In the distance, she hears someone shouting. It is her neighbor Enid, hollering out: “Neighba, neighba, len mih yuh mahta! Mih plantain get cole arready ….. “
“I have thoroughly enjoyed reading the Kiskadee Days stories. You have a real talent for storytelling and many of these stories are nostalgic visits to my own childhood, with many references made to events, food, family, friends, culture and behavior that deeply resonate with me. I am happy that Guyanese village life can be shared with the world!”
