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From: roses6petals
Subject: A short story
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FISHING IN BENAGO By Rose As a child I loved to go fishing with my cousins, they were young boys who obviously loved fishing too. And that is true, they would find the rod, then twine for the line, a hook and bate, then off we would go between first and second Benago to sit on that famous big stone, throw our lines into the water and hope that a fish would bite if the timing is right. we sat for hours at times and then suddenly someone would yell out, “ah catch one, ah pity neg” another member of our group would yell out, ah catch one too, “a coevally” and so it went on for sometime, everyone was catching fish to make this famous dish but I caught nothing, I wanted to cry, I was a girl trying to compete with the boys in what they called (in those days) a boy’s sport but I was determined to catch something for our dish. Then suddenly I felt something pulled on my line - it ate my bate then escaped, yes, it escaped in the blue waters of Benago It was a long snakelike creature, one of the boys said it was a green-hill conge, the creature looked vicious, in spite of this I decided to continue fishing, I pulled up my line put fresh bait on then gently tossed it into the water, then I waited patiently. At long last they were biting here, there and everywhere, we were all yelling, “ah catch one, ah catch two,” this continued all day long. We caught more than enough fish, then we went home cooked our famous dish of black bloggoe and blue sauce. Fishing in Benago were fun days but never on Sundays. Benago – first, second or third our coves, bays the place we loved to swim, fish, play and stay. Man, ah love fishing day - in Benago, The Lance, Gouyave, (St. John’s, Grenada) The land we love. Let’s take national pride in our land, keep it clean, don’t litter. |
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