A Race To The Finish. Like the boy who stood up to his Aunt in defence of his brother, a defiant young hero fist of steel, and again the big brawl fight with the children of Gazza, if I am not mistaken his name is Samuel, that same boy did not pull any punches in the reckoning, coming to the aid of his cousin Myers, later we would call it (Blish Coco) he had the young man beg- ging on his knees to stop, he showed his true colours the day he made a mess out of the Norman brothers, we called it (Showdown in the school yard) and there was that day he fails to return to Cannels bringing back the bottle of Oil to his grandmother, causing a show- down in the yard, grandma Leslie would not have any of that, to make peace between the two he returns with Grand- mother, but without the bottle of Oil, it was four weeks later. He used to Race after school to catch the tractor travel- ling back to London Derry from Moreau, for a ride to his new home in Cannels, it was that or a gruelling ten-mile walk back to his grandmother's home in Can- nels, it was the tractor or his legs. The woods came alive hopelessly you panic, peeping through the branches was a boy carrying an enormous tree branch on his shoulder, the destination Ma Dar oven the breadwinner, and yet he was deprived of a single loaf, some- times spent his time at the water's edge trying for a catch, to which he prepares for his food. The pot was always empty after every meal at Ma Dar's place, and if by chance he was speared a plate someone would devour it unknowingly. He collected eggs and tamarind, which he sold to raise money in which to sat- isfy his hunger, dry coconut flowers he hassle for Ma Dar to find favour with Ma Dar, for a penny loaf, for breakfast, he travel up and down the Mahout road, cultivating a barren land to feed the hunger in a house of fourteen souls, yet that same boy was often being curse by the same hands he fed Ma Dar, she wishes him ill daily saying to him, in her native language God Will Punish you !, you will shit little pick Axe. Oh yes, I do recall many of his exploits, for yes I was there also for without him I don’t think I would be here today, the day he was born, so I pose this question to you, do you know Lambert my brother, I ask you where does the happy come into play, let us say he survive to tell it all, that is his business, for I thought I knew him well, and yet I did not know him at all. Kenvil G Atkins Lewis