Date for Entry: (Wednesday 7th August, 2013)
Today was the third day of World Breastfeeding Week. I went to the Pregnancy Clinic in Mount Hope to play the National Anthem to start them up. Mom had to play Perriot Grenada there in the lecture for some Judges. There was some type of lecture going on there. I only helped mommy into her costume and waited for her to exit outside so we could get ready to go over to the TIBS office.
On the way to the TIBS Office, I realized I left
a piece for the pan stand in Dad car. Even if we called him, there was
nothing that we could have done then. We continued on the journey still.
We got out of the maxi in Curepe and then took a private taxi. Upon arriving, the rain burst down. The stupid taxi driver had passed the place and started to quarrel with mommy because he didn’t want to turn back or reverse. So, mom opened the door and we both ran out in the middle of the road and ran toward the Office front door dripping wet from head to toe. The man took off in speed down the road.
Mrs. Anatol opened the door and
gave us some tissue napkins to dry off as soon as we took a seat. Not many people were there except for Aunty Rona and a young lady who came for the breastfeeding counselling services that they provided there. It was on that very day that I learned Aunty Rona's name too.
Time to play, the people expected to attend didn’t come so I played for whoever was there. The children loved it very much. For each playing time, we had to get two people to stand at the sides of the pan stand to hold it. This is what the middle piece does.
The songs that I played on my Tenor pan were:
- The National Anthem of Trinidad & Tobago.
- Titanic
- Human Nature
- Besame Mucho
- Sound of Silence
- Short’nin Bread
- A little of Hands like Lightning
Aunty Rona was there too and she made all the food. They were good but I didn’t stop and got acid in my stomach by nightfall.
Daryl Zion M. Ali
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