View Full Version : Bajan women ain't easy.

03-23-2014, 07:56 AM
An elderly Bajan man lay dying in his bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite flying fish and breadfruit wafting into the bedroom.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
Gripping the railing with both hands, he managed get to the kitchen door.
He leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite flying fish and breadfruit.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the flying fish and breadfruit was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly his hand was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.

'Ya making sport? Move ya'self!' she said. 'Dem is for de funeral.'...

03-23-2014, 08:18 AM
Ahh...flying fish. Hard to find on a menu in the rest of the world.