Remember the days
When man had to boom ride
not that you did not have de money
Or it was too expensive
You had spent it buying bakes and accra
Coconuts tablets and more
From the vendors in the school yard
10 man waiting under the Tamarind Tree
Waiting for the perfect ride
Heading his way
Some flag but no chance
too much man on de bridge
Waiting
De driver no taking chance to stop
Fights would break out among villages
Fond Cole and Canefield possa
Boy walk home you live just ovea der
But sun was too hot to walk
Everybody looking for a cheap ride home
Remember when you had to travel far
Boom ride from La Plain to Roseau
some drivers would make you suffer
Dem stop and when you get closer
They go drive off
Repeating a few times
Do you remember dem days
Booming ride to go home
Late night was worse
No body doh stop if they dont know you
So at times you had to walk
Yea,if you were not a fast runner
You stayed behind
Some man would run in style
Dem rasta guys
With a smooth hope flip and in
Some man land head first
Foot up in de air
Some would run along with de van
till he get pulled in
Some lose the school books
Had to be lucky you live a friend behind
To drop it home for you
And if you came home late
You better have a nice excuse
Like de bus had a flat tire
Or look lick in your backside
Yea good ole fun days
booming ride in DA
Personal reflection or poetry? I guess one can be the other if I look long enough
@ Rogue
That’s the beauty and flexibility of words…It could even make a song!!!
My aunty, cousin and I had a long walk to school… sometimes we got rides from friends, one in particular was our friend ‘Tony’… May he rest in peace…
But his little Toyota van was a hot mess… He used to have to tie his doors shut with rope and the handles were taped on with lots of packaging tape….
To avoid the inconvience, my cousin and I (girls) we would opt out of sitting in the cab and just hop in the back…
We enjoyed the ride but had to hold on tight while Tony sped on… But whenever we saw someone we might know, we would always try to duck.. ha ha ha
good old days thanks for the memories, we marigot and wesley people understand you very well.
I know of these good old days but was miss prim and proper so I never extended my hand to bum a ride if a Good soul stopped for me i took the ride
hahaha, that was De best days,
had plenty of fun, and Doh froget when we use to carry bananas to de boxing plant. oh boy….. that was fun.
boy those were the good days.. i remembered we use to get vep(ride) on dumper and flatbeds. i use to attened campus(st joe school) and we use to purposely await the dumper them that going to the colihaut quarry.. most times when we use to see bus passing we use to hide in fear that somebody on the bus might know us and demand that we come on the bus..(lol).. i enjoyed my school days and wouldnt exchanged that experience for nothing..
those time der dey use to call us kontry bookie come to town. LOLOLOL. You on the truch full of people children on parents laps and man on the tale board plus so much load untop of the truck. Papa god. Some man smelling strong and some smelling rum. Every body on the same truck.
I remember I used to be amazed at how the trees were moving boy when i ride on the truck. LOL yes like a real kontry bookie. Our white dove slippers scub white on the river stone and your sunday best well iron with a kawo and down to possie or roseau I go. LOLOLOL
LOL
my belly hurting
Thanks!!! While reading this poem, I actually inserted myself in the journey home back in time. This is a great piece.
Firstly thanks to EVERYONE who shared their memories with us…This was the main projection behind this poem..To relive the past moments!..Remembering when one bummed a ride..The fights that sometimes occurred of trying to get on the van first..Some remembrance,was to see man run after de van and his pants falling down..He na stop..ez de free ride he want…lolol
lang patat,you bust me laff bags with your pushin stori….
To the ones who took offense in my not so proper writings of words boom/Bum..It was kind of you to drew it to my attentions..Some words was intentionally!!!..But I hope you were able to reminisce in the past with us?..(sorry) get sumbody to read it for you nur..You will understan betta!!…lolol
My biggest thanks goes to the Photographer,Jeniffer Baron!!..It was your poem that sparked the flames and my poem was born…So heartfelt thanks!!
DNO,daily you tease our eyes with your fantastic sharing of photo’s..Let me take the chance to THANK you once again for the wonderful works you do.You are amazing!!.
I am pleased my poem had so many of you remembering the past..It was indeed some good ole days!!..Thanks for reading and continue to enjoy! God bless..One love peace and happyness to all!:-D
oppsy-corrections..My biggest thanks goes to the Photographer,Jeniffer Baron!!..It was your photo that sparked the flames and my poem was born…So heartfelt thanks!!
wha that was sweet……i just remember when one
of my pushin fly off my foot and i had to come back
next day to look for it…lol i doe neva see pushin
now this one is funny. push in long i haven’t heard this one.
Love dat,bumming ride to canefield,after matinee,Carib cinema,good old days
Nice but at least do a spell check. The spelling is atrocious. Cannot believe DNO published without editing.
Have ever heard of writing in the vernacular?
I won’t explain. Google it.
Some of you can be so simple minded that it is unbelievable.
i cant believe you wrote that comment. obviously the author wrote it in broken english or in a language that most suited the situation.you need to seriously get a life.
Sometimes the people who comment on DNO make some irritating statements which truly anger me but you`re special. I don`t even feel angry, just sad and disappointed. The poem was written that way deliberately! It`s a universally accepted style of writing poetry. Weren`t you exposed to this at Primary or High school? Please educate yourself before commenting…please!
It is not bad spelling, that is how it must be written. When you hear people talking about things that happen atan lontan stay out, you are too young. Spell check, stupes.
Wat u sayn nor, in d good ole days didnt have spell check.
Me Dat- so true wi..Ez now we have check speel..aber way papa…and sum peoples who go abroad and learn a language tink dey can tell us how to speak..Dey cummin wit all kinda diplomatic words..well leave me in peace eh…Me tell de stori sweet lika coco tea and sweetened water in de morning..who doh like it can vex..me na care….lololol
It’s just for enternatment man! Lighten up a bit or as we Dominicans would say “doe dig my broda!”
Lol…
Sorry, but this was hard to read. I thought we use to bum ride not boom ride.
but you got he point…. smdh
So immature… we all spell it differently…but the idea is the bloody same. BH!!!!
Some of you Dominicans complain for everything. Relax already – i’ve “boomed/bummed” nuff ride in my life… this poem takes me back…gave me memories…reminded me of growing up Dominican.
Might have been hard for you to read but while reading, you couldn’t help but laught right!
Admitt it you know you grind like a hyena!lol…
Life is soooo funny. Back in the days, Dominicans use to scorn Wesley and Marigot folks. According to them, we did not know how to speak English. Little did they know kokoy is a language with proper subject verb agreement. We do not use words out of context and it is not a matter of misuse of the English language. Kokoy has proper subject verb agreement, we do not misspell words either.
The common culture around Dominica now, is improper use of the English language. Poor subject verb agreement, misspelled words, poor grammar and totally wrong choice of homophones.
Sadly we are moving to the age where poor writing is mistaking for the well crafted language of Kokoy. I hope the Queen include linguistics in her addition of “holistic” education in the curriculum. It is pretty sad indeed.
“mistaken”
well when the ride won’t stop i would have to remove the shoes and socks and rest a little so we could cross the roseau river and climb up the 100 steps then pass short cut through guttar and Tarish to reach stocky>>>>>>Roseau Girl School Massive…the good ole days…………….oh yes was fun. buy tambrine balls and tambrine jam.
good ole spelling too!!!!
yeh..everyday my friends and reminisce on those good old college years.. people used to actually pay us not to bumm ride.We would use the money to buy cake and dry bread in st.joe..i enjoyed those days.. right now its not safe so bumming ride is not as enjoyable as before…kuddos to the people who actually had a childhood to look back on..
Let me tell you: this is a splendid reminder of the life I lived when I attended the Dominica Community High School! I love this lively poem. Oh yes.
those were the day!
Haaaaaaaaaaaa!!! remembered those good ole days for real!!! Yeah we would be flying our book bags in de dumpers and dem as soon as they started slowing down for us and we not even in yet na. Lmao!!! look some good ole days.
love it
This is so FUNNY…..I can recall dem days so clearly…Growing up in The one of the Eastern village (RC,GF,MJ) transports was few…I can recall a certain driver dat would tease a hitchrider…Pass them flying , slow down then pull off. I was a young youth at that time so i just use to laff my rass off…Them RASTA man back in the day was so smooth….Then the days of man playing Conductor on the tailgate of dem BEDFORDS, and the fastest driver in RC( Cousin Tousee, R.I.P) that was pure varie(style).
I remember also the only driver that would not give us a ride. Mr Cuffy{A.K.A.Cork}Today GF have so many buses everbody wearing highheels shoes. Long live those great drivers of the past.
Well, I enjoyed this poem. Only last week I was telling some friends, Im glad I enjoyed my schooldays. Our children are not enjoying their life like we did in our days. BRING back them good old days.
boy look kix! and memories. thanks for this
tres beau poeme je felicite l auteur vive le pays DOMINIQUE