Jeewan Ramlugun 

I carry my history

in my vanilla tea

in the cane sugar

in the fl avour

of a ripened guava.

I carry my history

in my memory

of the mountains

and streams

of my birthplace.

I carry my history

of where I happen to be,

a world much wider

now my oyster.

But this is only

part of the story!

26 May 2019