Dear Hairouna,
St Vincent, Gem of the Antilles.
Hairouna, Land of the blessed.
Blue, yellow, green. Brilliant seas, golden sun, fertile land. Mas, Sunset, Hairoun, Amazona Guildingi
Breadfruit, Nine mornings. The Botanical Gardens. Fort Charlotte, the Grenadines.
A true taste of the Caribbean. Paradise…
Your gems have been pirated by two-faced rich men with unbridled appetites for precious, beautiful things. We’ve sold our selves short for a few bills to pay our bills. Land of the blessed, lies in waste after her dead idols failed her; blinded by lies, she thinks she still has GOD’s favour (her cocktail of lukewarm churches, skyrocketing sin and hypocrisy, isn’t GOD’S preferred flavour.)
Tbh what people seem to think of now when they hear St Vincent is: “LORD, have mercy pon Sin Vinsu”; “i cyar wait fu get outta this place”; “it’s a shame how vincy come”; “me cyar even enjoy a peaceful moonlight stroll;” “me nah say nutn”, “me na able them kill me”; “no wuk na dey”; “if na fu pull string we na reach no wey”; “vincy people backwards until”; “ah da man dey Ralph ha de country so”;… “stewps ley we drink some Sunset pon dat.”
The sun sets in the PM, it’s about time we stop blaming the PM, for our pitfalls and withdrawals when our go to drugs run out. We’ve gotta sober up, stop with the negative talk and step up; up to the drafting table, get rid of all the labels; you know: (Labour, NDP, rich, poor, country people, town people, black, white etc.) We’ve got to acknowledge where we have lack and work with what we’ve got. Stopping looking for over your shoulder and waiting on the politicians or your brother. Forward thinking! Change begins with you. Change begins with me. Let’s do what we can so that we can have joy in the AM, sunrise.
St. Vincent, land so beautiful.
So, beautiful, is Satan’s booty full of your souls? Souls worshipping Fireman,
hope you’re ready for the fire, man.
Repent! Or get ready for the real fire, man!
Undo. Delete. Repent. Retreat. People called by God’s name; we must humble ourselves, yes jump off of our high horses down unto our knees. Pray; broken and contrite hearts, GOD won’t turn away. Turn away, run away from sin; even if you have to leave behind your clothes like Joseph and end up in jail. GOD’S ears will be attentive to our prayers, HE will forgive; with Tsunami of HIS love HE will wash away our sin, destroy and bring to nothing the diseases in this land. We will be HIS people & HE our GOD.
I’d be a liar if i say I love you, yet let you continue in this coma. Sleeping beauty, it is time to wake up! Seriously girl, you’re 40! The King of kings, not prince charming, longs for HIS wife, He waits to crown you again with beauty and glory. Would you sleep on? Or will you wake up?
Land of my birth I pledged to Thee my loyalty and devotion, in all I think or say or do. I mean it, so i think it’s not too late, and I say to you, return to the LORD, for HE will have mercy on you, return to our GOD for HE will abundantly pardon.
And I do deny myself to deliver to you the gospel of truth, true love has the KING for HIS long lost bride, Hairouna.
Love,
One of your own.
