It is that time of year again when you get to feast on all the roast yam, asham and snow cones you can devour; you can hear the steady rhythmic drumming of Kumina, dinki mini and gerreh and bask in the sights and sounds of authentic maypole, quadrille and other folk dances. Yes, it is Festival time!
When you live alone you basically become a one man army and while it can be fun and liber-ating as nutten nuh sweet like independence, it can also be sobering as there is no contingency and no one else to rely on.
So last year I moved house as I needed to downsize not so much in space as I love space but in finances. I was paying out way too much money each month for rent and utilities and was close to eating ramien noodles daily to survive. That is so not me!