COCONUT JOHNSON
COCONUT JOHNSON Remembering my friend who still lives even though he passed away several years ago. Harry Bissoon 9/25/2025 In the deep stillness and quiet of the early morning, long before the cock crowed, the village came awake! The dark blackness of the night was set ablaze as kerosene lamps flickered and danced in unison as if to defy the brilliance of the sun that would rise beyond the eastern horizon,just across the calm waters of the mighty river. The crackle of wooden fires broke the morning silence! It was the beginning of another day in the lives of villagers who prepared for arduous work in the fields of the sugar plantation. Pots and pans made joyous sounds as wives hurriedly made meals for husbands and sons, and even for themselves, in a frantic rush for all of them to be on time to catch the plantation lorry which took them from their homes to their tasks in the fields. Mr. Johnson was up before anyone else. He would sit in the dark blackness of his...