Albert Andre
COLOURED SKIN
Skin colour has been at the forefront of most peoples minds, even if not by choice. The press, social media, the internet and television have all made that possible. The ‘ Black life matters’ slogan has and still is splashed across every medium that’s in the public sphere; when will it end? Probably not, or
Albert AndrePublished 8 months ago in Humans
LOVE LOOKS LIKE THIS
Can you see that? If you look closely enough you might be able touch it but don't try too hard, or you will distort it's clarity and you'll not see it
Albert AndrePublished 8 months ago in Poets
HOMELESS
Out! Out! Out!... came a loud cry And don't come back, was added at the end Take that with you, and that! and that!.. and that!
Albert AndrePublished 8 months ago in Poets
DAD'S DELICIOUS CHICKEN
Nearly twenty years ago I went to my friend's home for a visit. As he opened the front door, I was met with a wonderful aroma that wafted up to my nose “What’s that smell?” I enquired. “Are you cooking or is it the Misses?”. “Oh it’s me” my friend Eddie answered. “Really, what are you cooking, it smells great?” “It’s my Creole Chicken, come on through and I’ll show you how it’s done". So I followed him into his kitchen and sat myself down on top of a tall white stool. “Right Albert, get comfy, I’m going to show you exactly how to cook ‘Creole Chicken’ using my grandma’s secret recipe”. “I’m comfy, but you’ll write down the ingredients for me when you’ve done, if that’s okay, not sure I'll remember” “Well, we’ll see because I don’t tell anyone, not the wife, the kids, family or friends; nobody knows what seasoning goes in; I’ll have to kill you if you find out, I’m only joking. “Oh, I’m glad to hear that! I could sit in the lounge with the kids until you’ve done” I suggested. “No, no it’ll be okay. Albert, you will be the first person on planet earth that I’ve told, let alone shown how to cook it. I don’t know why but I feel led to share it with you, but you have not to tell anyone, not even your misses”. “Okay, I won’t” I answered.
Albert AndrePublished 8 months ago in Feast
MY WINDRUSH SCANDAL
My dad Clayton, left his wife Ann, in Roseau, Dominica with five children whilst he, his two brothers and his best friend James travelled to England to look for work. That was in 1960. And after a year he sent for his wife and us kids. He told my mum" Leave the kids and come to England, I've set up home in Bradford and I'll send you the money to pay for your ticket on the boat to get here". I didn't know until recently that my mum refused to come without me and my siblings. "I'm not coming to England without the children," She told him. Although he didn't agree straight away he eventually gave in and agreed to send enough money for us all to travel. All except my eldest sister, she decided that she didn't want to come, so grandma looked after her. The rest of us, especially me, the youngest, at five didn't really have a choice. Mum made all the arrangements for us to journey there by ship, which would take us just over three weeks to get there. Once docked we travelled by train to meet up with our dad in Bradford.
Albert AndrePublished 9 months ago in Families
DADS (fathers) DAY
One minute past midnight and 'Fathers Day' will be officially all over as another day starts; Monday. The cards might stop up a bit longer to remind us of day that we've celebrated and depending on the gift you've received, a lot longer. But one thing that will always remain; ' You' being a father. Being a dad never goes away like the day does, the card or the gift does, fatherhood is, or supposed to be a life long title and commitment. It's great that "Fathers Day" is celebrated and fathers are shown love and appreciation.
Albert AndrePublished 9 months ago in Families
YOUR LIFE MATTERS
“Are you wrapped in skin? it doesn’t matter what colour it is, Because your life matters Are your eyes brown or blue, green or hazel, grey or amber?
Albert AndrePublished 9 months ago in Poets
A BABIES CRY
Please don't do that! because It hurts me Sorry, but I need to Please don't say that! because I can hear you Sorry, but I have to
Albert AndrePublished 9 months ago in Poets
