Vernacular

I gone bush for a week. While off island, I often found a Cruzan expression on de tip of my tongue. Apparently not only those ban ya speak de local vernacular – though no one speaks it quite like those baan a’raise. It took effort for true, but I managed to avoid slipping into Cruzan and confusin’ de white people.

I never forget how lucky all o’we are to live in such a beautiful place. Why do de people choose to live elsewhere? Me no know. De ocean is beautiful, de rainforest lush, and we don have no snakes – t’anks to de mongoose dem. I promise dat if I had a car, I’d be limin’ on de beach at Chenay Bay dis Saturday. De bartender, he don be happy to bring you a next one so dat you don have to walk de t’ree feet to de restaurant. Of course, every time I go to de beach, I forget to walk wit’ somet’in’ – usually de towel.

T’anks for reading dis. I know it’s short, but I gaan now. You go to come back.