Monday, January 13th 2020
Everton G Hines, my grandfather, had it in mind to leave parcels of land for his children and their children after them. He left a will it execute this plan, only for a lawyer who, as it happens, fits smoothly in to a culture of corruption among those in government and of influence, to alter it as well as withhold certain portions from my mother and her brother. It’s a kind of land theft that is common here, unfortunately.
Today, my uncle brought us to one of the properties that we do have. It was gorgeous, without a doubt. A set of three crosses mark the crown a hill near the east coast of the island. Grass lays a bed rolling down towards the steeper, rockier shore exposed to the whole of the Atlantic, broken by lines and patches of trees, bushes and weeds. Like everywhere on the island, only with more force and persistence, a salty, thick breeze rolls over and through us. The clouds are painted on to the world’s azure rooftop.
