John Whyte - Antigua 2012 Rap

Couldn't have said it better. Take a listen to a Pope names John Whyte's version of events in Antigua and Barbuda 2012.

Under the Moonlight: Part 3

You turned off the lights as you entered the room,
And I listened to your every move as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.
The white towel wrapped around your waist, fell gently to the floor,
Your approach was slow, but filled with intent.

Your hands touched the inside of my legs as you eased over me onto the bed,
Then further up, my chest tingled from the sensation of your nipples caress.
This was feeling so good, it had been too long since I had felt your touch, like this.
Your hands felt warm and loving, as you massaged me gently.

We made love, but it wasn't like before, it wasn't the same,
And though it started out gentle, it became rough, and deep,
Penetrating our wildest imagination, our fears of loss, of abandonment.
And with each thrust came a gesture of hatred for the others bad deeds

Our senses began to rise, to climax at the point where we knew each other,
Where no matter how much we didn't care for one another, we cared for this,
And it was my weakness for this moment of the flesh, the raw carnal impulses,
That brought me back to civility, to reason, and to love.

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It was a long drive down to the dockyard, a place I didn't often visit.
But as I tried to ignore the awkward silence, it just grew louder and louder.
It was like we were never friends, but we were steadfast in what we wanted,
To be with each other, no matter what.

We journeyed to a place where we could find peace, undisturbed.
It was a reckoning, a solemn realisation that we couldn't be one, without the other.
We roamed the unattended dockyard, searching for a place as far away as possible,
Where only the sounds of distant laughter and tinkling glasses from a bar were heard,

We found a place, where we could hear each others thoughts clearly.
The waters rippled in slowly off of the waterway, and the fool moon shone softly above,
In the clear sky, and the moored boats creaked gently.

We expressed in passionate tones, how much we loved each other,
How much wrong we had done, and how much we never wanted this again.
Our hearts were in the right place, but our minds needed focussing,
because there were doubts, about who, the what ifs, the whys, and when,

How could we rebuild the trust that had been broken so devastatingly,
Why didn't we simply just move on? I knew that I could forget this and move on,
But we meant the world to each other,
We knew the mistakes that we made, and I knew just what we were capable of,

Together, I wanted to find out just how capable we were of pulling through this,
And together, we would remain committed to each other to build our dreams,
And make our world a model of love, where relationships fail for lesser evils,
We would remain united, and strong, through love.

READ PART ONE || READ PART TWO

The Humming Bird

So today a beautiful thing happened to me, and I just had to write something to share it.

Now being back in Antigua has brought me right back to earth where electricity goes off every now and again as does the water supply. But today was different....it didn't just bring me back to earth it brought me back to nature.

APUA, Antigua's finest (and only) public utilities service authority (responsible for water, electricity, and telephone services) had water off for almost two days now due to not one but two burst water main pipes in my area.

So now I've got to bathe outside by the water tank we have, which is a large iron tank - which has been there according to my Mom, since this house has been here.....which has been here since plantation days! Yes I live in massa's house, obviously its had a few renovations and so on....but my Grandfather who bought this hillside property years ago kept certain features of the place. For instance there is still foundation around from some of the other houses from those days. But I digress.

So here I was naked in the sunshine, about to get clean and ready for an interview I had today. Turning on the tap at this huge tank I suddenly hear this loud buzzing noise, and I thought to myself, must be a large bee! Oh crap just what I need with my exposed derier in plain view! But to my luck I realised it was a Hummingbird. Beating its wings at 80 times a second it hovered there for a second looking at the water that was running over my cloth. It then to my astonishment landed on my cloth and started drinking the water! I badly wanted to touch the hummingbird with my other hand but I thought this would scare it away so I left it to finish drinking its water....It then started flying again. It stayed for a second or two nearby as if to say thank you..... it then beelined around the nearby guava tree and it was gone.

WOW!

Thank you APUA for returning me to Nature.....but please see if you can better your services for goodness sakes.....outside cold when you have to bath with a lil bucket and a washrag!

More Fast Food in Antigua?

So Burger King is about to open its doors in our little island of Antigua. 

I for one have enjoyed the flavours of the fast food joint here in London, but don't make it a habit to visit it on a regular.  For one, its more expensive than the corner chicken shops which also sell burgers, and kebabs, you might not get your drink in a cup with a straw, but I can get a can of Coke, Pepsi or Tango, all imported in from Poland or some Arab country (you know the ones where the only English on the can is the brand name). And at the same time, I'm not a big fast food person, so my trips there are limited to the odd Friday afternoon when I can't be bothered to cook. And living in London as I've done, there is so much more variety to choose from. Gastro Pubs and the chippy, provide the famous "fish and chips" that so many britons enjoy.

I really wonder how well this business will do in Antigua? Will it be another Pizza Hut? Obviously they've situated it in a place where they will benefit from the supporters of Deluxe, but how would they fare elsewhere? I doubt they will have much impact in the market space that is dominated by the Syrian late night pita and pizza shops and their most competition of course will come from the nearby KFC. Antigua people do love KFC, so much so, that our representative in this years International Soca Monarch competition in Trinidad Joel "Hard Knaxx" Lewis sings about, you guessed it, KFC. He dresses like a chicken, clucks like a chicken and takes all of his dates to sample Antigua's finest cuisine, at KFC. I know Trini's love their KFC as well so I'm pretty sure this song will be a hit down there, but he's going to have to bring a brilliant performance to win over the Trinidad crowd who will be backing their own artists such as Kerwin Dubois and Machel Montano who have some really good songs this year.

Anyways, I digress. The only other fast food franchise apart from KFC to last is Subway, and I heard they aint doing too well. And I believe at one point, (long long ago) someone tried to bring a McDonald's to Antigua, but I doubt that even got off the ground after they did their market research. But times have changed, the influence of the States has made everyone accustomed to these franchises. Those of us who have spent any time abroad (especially us poor students) know how easy it is to pick up a meal from one of these places rather than slaving away behind a hot stove. And when we're back home, we kinda miss those little luxuries....but then again, we have the bread shop in Gray's Farm, and the Syrians...so scratch that last point. I for one do not need another fast food joint in Antigua. Look at the state of the people in their society, here in Britain the amount of people classified as obese is around 25%. That's quite a lot.

Healthy eating should be at the forefront of everyone's mind in 2012. Less sugar, less fat, more veg, more protein. Not Burger King. But I suppose "everything in moderation" - my mum always tells me....is acceptable, but I wouldn't risk going into business against our KFC loving nation, oh and Honey Cutter (my guilty pleasure whenever I'm home) is the only other place I get chicken. Its on the grill, and cooked by Mr Cutter's fully trained and well mannered Jamaican chef's, well not really, but a chicken cheese burger -with bacon if you eat pork- and a cranberry juice really hits the spot. 

Well I wish the owner of the new Burger King establishment luck.....I think he'll need after the hype dies down and people start to realise that they'll probably get better value at the "local" places (yes the Syrians are more or less local now imho). I hope he doesn't loose too much money, dont want his wife to leave him or anything, but if that happens at least he knows......

"If you want a gyal, carry she a Kentucky!"

Sources:

• Burger King Article
• Obesity Stats in England

CHEERS!!

After gently swirling it around

I let it trickles down with a gurgling sound.

My lovely crimson compound!!

I sit and stare with my glass in the air

Feeling like Fred Astaire

Deep in thought, yet unaware!!

I tip my glass to let time pass

And pour the last of my burgundy draft!!

Just once more I return to the door

Leading to my secret store

Of “Ruby Galore.”

Not to presume, but I wish gloom and doom

Were as easy to consume as this alcoholic maroon.

Tilt my head, bottle to my lips

Pungent smell, strawberry kiss

A sweeter remedy could never exist!!

It’s the only concoction I dare to ingest

Better to take sips between each breath

Than to slit wrists and risk bleak death!!

A few more ounces followed by bed

Is all it takes to clear my head.

Here’s to laughter, here’s to sorrow

Here’s to more red wine tomorrow!!

by Mario Wade

Under the Moonlight - Part Two

Now that you knew what had been going on,
All the lies, as I made love to you every night on the phone,
All the promises, of how much love we would make.
But you were here now, and all we had was tension.

Tension that was so strong, I didn’t want to make the first move.
It was your call, because the truth is, I wasn’t man enough.
I wasn’t man enough to realise that you had made a mistake,
A mistake that would cost us so much.

Bitterness, resentment, hatred, was what you were feeling,
Those were the feelings that were bleeding through your heart,
But most of all, the one feeling that outweighed everything else,
That made you cold inside, deep within, was loneliness.

I didn’t see it. How could I? I was still filled with the rage of argument,
And for days I treated you worse than the crack-heads at the back of Kennedy’s Liquor,
Like I didn't know you. No joy, love, or relief, just loneliness.
A heartbreaking comparison to when you first arrived to my little island.

But you had brought back these emotions to the forefront of my mind and heart,
The emotions of hurt, despair, and pain that I had worked so hard to suppress.

I was going to show you how much pain I had endured,
How much pain I had felt that moment when you told me,
Your infidelity, your callous disregard for the sanctity of our new-born relationship,
You let my love build for you, and so too did yours,

But you concealed your mistake until it was too late.
Too late for me to say I will love you and leave you.
I couldn't leave you now, not after all the walks in the park,
The conversations 'till four in the morning, my love was too strong,

And it made me weak. And even though you had done this,
I wouldn't let my relationship fail. I had to find a way to release,
And release I did, with anyone I fancied.
I destroyed our relationship, to save my sanity.

But you were determined to fight back for me,
And as I lay alone in my room, reminiscing, the cool evening air blew calmly in,
As if we hadn’t fought that day, You came in wearing only a towel,
I knew what was on your mind.....

◄ END OF PART TWO ►
For part one click here

All That Is - A Poem by Mario Wade

Something whispers in my ear,

Obscene thoughts of grandeur clear.

Fear so deep its smell, sublimes.

Watching as it all unwinds.

I loathe your beauty, charm and grace,

Hoping that they dissipate.

It forms a thought, my disturbed mind.

All that is, is was; in time

 Far too long have I waited,

Grievous change anticipated.

Gawking listlessly as I,

Try my best to realize.

Ominous as it may seem,

It’s too real to be a dream.

 Now and then I’ve come to see,

All that is, and was; will be.

.

So serene, yet contoured,

Desperately drawn when allured.

Obvious to the naked eye,

“Now its time to say goodbye!”

Flaunt my last and hold my own,

For all my sins, I must atone.

I calculate and so I find,

All that is; was never mine.

by Mario Wade

Diary of an Insomniac - A Poem

I daydream of what it would be like,
Sleeping next to you,

Turning over my pillow countless times,
Trying to get the ever elusive cooler side.

You seem so content in your sleep,
But I lie awake watching.

The sheets, I need them off, they're too hot,
But I need to be next to you so I get back under.

And those sheep? They're useless, I've counted dozens,
My naughty mind prefers more exciting reflections,

As I wrap my legs between yours,
And I listen to your soothing breathing.

But I try to disperse my thoughts, overdue reports,
Family issues, what do I do for work? and the like,

Peaceful thoughts of relaxation tempt me,
As I turn my pillow over, just one more time.

Under the Moonlight

As you arrived, I watched your body step off of theVirgin-Atlantic flight,

You were radiant. Smooth dark skin, smiling, anticipating our embrace.

It was over two months that we were apart,

But now you were here.

Usually the heat of the day is almost unbearable,

But I stood in the sun watching you walk over the tarmac,

Above the tainted pink walls of the VC Bird International airport,

As you chatted away with a fellow passenger,

Probably about how long since you've seen me.

I waved as youpassed, and you didn't see me at first,

It was your acquaintance who pointed out the sole person above.

I could see the emotions plainly in your face as you looked up to see,

Joy, love, relief…the anxiety of waiting for that long awaited embrace.

I did not feel the same though, as you would later find out, but I smiled.

I missed you.

You ran to greet me once you had cleared immigration,

It felt so good, to be in your arms once again, and the kiss...

We shared a kiss filled with so much passion; and I gave you my usual squeeze,

But the kiss gave it away. You knew something was wrong but you let it go.

One, two, three days passed, and you began to search. You wanted an answer.

Why have you flown over 6000 miles to this little island?

For the love of your life, for the man who once made you feel so secure,

Who held you at night and kissed you every morning.

He loved you so dearly, that’s why you came. But he wasn't the same man.

You searched and searched and searched,

Something just wasn't right and you had to know.

Emails, instant messages, phone records.

It was all too much to bear.

You had to confront me.

And then we fought. We fought like the Carib tribes,

Defending their homes from the mighty English, Spanish and French, we fought.

I fought, as you begged for reasoning, why did I do this to our relationship you asked?

As I began to speak you cried,

Because all I could do was finally tell you how much it hurt.

I hated you for what you had done to me,

Though I would have kept it from you, you confronted me,

You gave me no choice but to tell you exactly how I felt,

And I hated you for that, because I never wanted to hurt you.

I told you how much it hurt me,

To know that you had been with someone else,

How much it hurt, though it was only once,

When our relationship was in its infancy,

It hurt as though we were together for years!

But you were the one I chose to be with,

How could you do that to me?

And now I was doing the same to you,

I wasn’t the same man that left you in cold London that day,

Promising to come back for you when I could.

I was an Antiguan man, a Caribbean man, a free man.

◄ END OF PART ONE ►

Tian Winter - Crash (Official Video)

One of my favourite artists out of Antigua! I remember Tian when he was packing bag in Brysons supermarket!  This boy could always sing and I'm happy he is making such a name for himself.  This song has a catchy melody mainly due to the sample of Marvin Gaye's - "Sexual Healing" which gives it that familiar feeling like you already know it. Tian remixes it with his own style and great lyrics.

I hope Tian continues to grow and make good music and represents Antigua to the fullest. I know his heart is in the right place and his love for Antigua shows in everything that he does. Gwaan Tian you large!

She turned and smiled at me - Song Lyrics

When I turned to look, I could see it her eyes,

The way she wanted me, like she wanted, no other guy,

She flaunted and she taunted 'cause she knew what she wanted,

And it was haunting, but the way she did her thing kept me on cloud nine.

I must have died, made my trip up to the sky,

'cause in my mind I was saying, baby would you be mine?

I couldn't help myself, I didn't wanna be all alone,

I wanted to be making jump shots in your net, like Carl Malone

But I couldn't understand, why didn't you want to love me?

Could it be that I was way down on your line, and there was someone else above me?

Confront me! 'cause woman I need to know!

Your making it so hard! I can't decide whether to go!

And I almost got you, and it was so degrading,

Everyday to watch you pass, knowing you weren't my baby?

Baby I'm a man of my words and I'll never let you down,

The fate of our love is my concern, that's why I turned around.

Just some Antiguan slang...

King....king.....king....king.....BOSS!!! (>_<) lol

Beautiful - A Poem

Beautiful eyes, Beautiful lips, Beautiful nose,

Beautiful thighs, Beautiful hips, Beautiful pose.

Beautiful smile, Beautiful dress, Beautiful clothes,

Beautiful hair, Beautiful skin, Beautiful toes.

Beautiful arms, Beautiful legs you know I suppose.
But it don't matter without Beautiful mind, Beautiful heart, Beautiful soul.

5th November 2009

Updated 17th April 2015

One for the new year....

Its 2012.

What do I do now?

Need to find a job.

Really would like to start my own business....

But I'm not ready.

Need to get a car....

But I'm not ready.

How do I get to where I'm going this year without falling off.....

No idea.

Just have to keep moving forward.....

Inside of a Woman - A Poem

When you are inside of a woman,
especially a black woman,
the feeling is unexplainable.
When she surrounds you, as if to protect you,
with her soft and sweet love,
keeping you warm when you are cold,
touching you, passionately,
because you and her are one,
your hearts beat together,
your thoughts are forever.
Longevity is sought when you are inside of a woman.
When you are inside of a woman,
you both know what is sure to come.
You both seek what you have been waiting for,
what has eluded you for so long.
But now that you are inside of a woman,
you will not let her go easily!
You will fight through the pain,
fight through harsh emotions of the past
to claim what is yours and yours alone.
For when you are inside of a woman,
you are closest to the most undeniable sensation,
of truth.
Truth that cannot be frowned upon,
only to those that do not know the truth and splendour,
of being inside of a woman.
The way that is was set out to be from the beginning.
I shall not stand by and let not a woman know me,
for I am her authority and she is my truth,
and I am strong when I stand erected in truth.
No one can deny me my truth.
No one can deny me of being inside of, my woman,
Heart, mind and soul. 


by
Ashton Hewlett Williams


22nd October 2009