When I first left home, six years ago, I was resolved not to come back. Why should I? Trinidad, I declared, held nothing but bacchanal and botheration. I felt stifled there, and bored. I didn’t fit in. I needed to leave. So I left, and like so many other West Indians abroad, discovered that I [...]
It started with a phone call. “Yuh hear about the terrorists? Some Trinidadians and a Guyanese wanted to blow up JFK.”
