I Don’t Know

I was born and raised for the first 17yrs of my life on the beautiful, lush, verdant-green island, The Nature Island of the Caribbean, Dominica. Officially, the Commonwealth of Dominica, not to EVER be confused with the Dominican Republic, part of Hispaniola.

It was unacceptable to answer “I don’t know,” to mommy if she asked where was a particular item even if we had no clue where it was. We were expected to understand she meant “go look for it, and thoroughly search too. Her favourite response if an item was not found was, “search thoroughly,” said Portia. Nowadays a child is allowed to disobey, break a rule, not follow an instruction and simply be allowed to declare, “I don’t know,” when asked why he or she did it. And of course no accountability is required in many instance., Rather,counselling sessions are hastily set up.

I don’t know why the heart does not always follow the head in amorous tangles, I don’t know how we came to the place where “handwashing, mask-wearing, sanitising and isolation are new normals. I don’t know how, but did Covid-19 throw our skirts on our faces, exposing our fears, arrogance and ire and exasperation? I don’t know!

I don’t know how it is that the Carribean is Nature’s Garden of Eden yet a large number us fail to appreciate that.

I don’t know but I love the garden scene. Garden Vibes it is! Join me in the Garden.