My ancestral home – Alice Jomy

Lingering memories of a bygone era
still sweet and fresh like
the breeze from the paddy fields…
women transplanting paddy, with only wrappers to cover their nakedness…
and men breathing heavily beside their women…
the intoxicating musky smell of their sweat….
celebrations of harvest festivals, the sound of the machetes..
their jovial songs with peculiar rhythms..
the odour of the cow dung from the cattle shed
crowing roosters and cooing pegions..
and my gradmother with her Rosary and ” The Imitation of Christ”
the warmth of her loving kisses still fresh on my cheeks..
the ancient black and white nostalgic film continues…

Alice Jomy


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