My bladder was now filled with cola champagne and pineapple soda, I had sat holding the thought for sometime now, but that sudden urgency had finally kicked in. If I held out any longer, it would not only have been my perspiration that moistened the stool I rested upon.
I gulped my first authentic taste of the island after three years, my Jamaican drought was finally over, as it’s bubbles played with my tongue and saturated my throat. Life was good.
As a teenager I had left the comforts of Caribbean living which I had missed so much, hardships there had taught and prepared me for so many things in life, alongside fond memories growing up. I was home now and I intended to have a blast.