Saturday Runnings

Today I felt rather famish and visited the fast food place on my way to the store, to find out the door was closed, I was rather disappointed, it was almost 9:30am and the doors were still closed? I couldn’t believe it; however I quickly walked away before passing pedestrians noticed me forcing to open an obviously shut door. I backed away slowly, and flew up the flight of steps where two men sat before being shooed off by passing officers.
My stomach growled and as I cashed my necessities I asked the cashier what time the junk store opened she told me she wasn’t sure. On my way back I checked again and luckily or rather unluckily it was opened this time , went in and ordered my two piece combo, original and mountain dew coated with friendly customer service. After I sipped my drink I stepped out and was blasted my pulsating rhythms taking over the town bringing my attention to the local market at the other side of the road. I decided to cross the busy street beneath the scorching sun with sweat slithering down my face as I pulled out my camera.



Playing tourist, I began snapping photos of buyers purchasing their oranges, carrots, bananas and fruits, surrounded by madras drapery, amplified by local folklore music I felt the festive activities amplified, the vibe pulled me in as I wanted to be part of the action.
Engulfed by local produce and voices of my native tongue, the Creole season was taking off with lively spirits, giving me a sense of urgency for the week ahead.
Written by
Laurna Guiste

The Chronicles of Ericka


The Chronicles of Ericka

Horrible night mares plagued me all night, I just couldn’t sleep properly, the dreams were short and I could hardly understand any of it. The morning did eventually come and I awakened to the raving sounds of my siblings discussing whether to go see the riverbanks or not, they were all up before me, rattling with excitement about how the river had overtaken its banks. I was welcomed with steady showers and cold winds that emitted through my room window causing me to tug my blanket ever so tightly but my eyes could not rest. To make matters worse my siblings were already up  and  seemed to be   shattering about how the weather looked, I prayed they would just shut up and allow me to sleep. Before long one of my sisters’s rushed into the room yelling that I come see that! I had no desire to rise but after much annoyance and added excitement to what she was seeing I dragged myself out of bed and made it to my other sister’s room, where I met them both peering out the room window. I joined them and witnessed that the river was overflowing its banks and taking down trees, the rain was steady  but not so heavy, my sister’s were filled with excitement at what they were seeing , I  was still grouchy from not having a proper night rest and just couldn’t understand why they were excited. My brother David, who slept upstairs for two nights with us since he’d repainted one of his bed room walls in order to avoid the hazardous after scent, was also up. On my way back to my room  he  asked if we didn’t feel a tremor, I  did feel  the floor move a little  but felt too drowsy  to comment. My other sister Rosette agreed with him as they stood still and monitored the tremor.

I went back to bed and my sister’s couldn’t understand why, they began discussing among themselves whether or not to on go have a closer look at the river. The rain kept pouring and I didn’t understand why they would want to go out beneath it especially at such an early time, it was properly just about seven pm. My brother David and sister Olivette decided they were going to take pictures, my other sister came back into the room and told me let’s go see, I got up again and went in her room and hoped she was joking, “All you going out in that weather?” I asked as she got dressed

“Action happening around me and I just there” she said as she put on her cap and coat and told me let’s go, I looked through the window and saw the river got crazier now, and was more unto the road. I finally decided to go have a closer look; after all I didn’t want to miss the action. I quickly changed my clothes, placed   a rain coat on and out the door we went.

The roads were covered with water and debris and the rain just wouldn’t stop, the rivers were muddy and swelling wider and wider to the point where it began breaking off parts of the road. On our way closer to the river we met Olivette and our next door neighbor on their way back,. We asked for David and she told us  he went back home to get another camera since the one he went with had no batteries. Our neighbor Steven said he would take us to the other side in other to see the river better, since debris had badly blocked off the end of the road we were on. So we turned around and followed him on the narrow road unto the next side. The showers caused my entire face to be soaked and my shorts and shirt as well, as we walked pass my aunt’s house, then we arrived by the second house overlooking the bridge and bay oil distillery, I was flabbergasted. My sister Rosette left me and followed our neighbor Steven down the trail to our cousin Mitchell’s house where about six men were gathered talking and taking pictures of the horrific disaster happening before our very eyes. The muddy river had reached the height of the bridge and was still rising, I felt it was God’s fury being  poured out and flooded everything in its way. My heart froze with freight as the river seemed to have gone back sort of like a surname and destroyed the electrical wires it was now reaching and still was going higher. I knew this wasn’t normal by then; danger was all I saw coming to us with that I quickly called my sister and headed back up. She quickly joined me, and I wasn’t slowing down. On our way back we met Olivette and David and they asked us where we were coming from.

“Girl, what that happening down there is thing for you to go back at your home and pray” I said as my brother looked at me in excitement and a wide grin was on his face, he decided he was going closer to have better pictures and my sisters and I left and went back home, not knowing it was the last time we were going to see our brother.

When we arrived at home my sister’s and I quickly joined hands went in our dads room and started praying and pleading to  God for mercy, for we felt our lives and homes were at stake , we needed God to show up and help us. Within fifteen minutes of prayer our aunt came in the yard bawling and crying, stating that her son, our brother and some others had gone, we tried to make sense of what she was saying because I didn’t want to believe what I thought I heard. She stopped crying and said that the distillery exploded and took her son, our brother and some others that were near the bridge. My heart ached, no, no! I said trying to convince her she heard wrong. My father couldn’t hear her properly so asked her to repeat, but my sister motioned her to keep silence as to not frighten my dad. So she did, and she rephrased what she said and she left. As soon as she left I went back into the room where we were praying and burst out into tears, my sister came and held me as we both wept sorely together. Then she told me to calm down so our father would not suspect something was wrong. Our cousin and her baby sister came over by us and started crying as they were looking for a way of escape. The river was expanding its borders and we felt it could reach our homes any minute, with that we all decided to go higher to the houses above which seemed safer.

My aunt, her husband and cousins accompanied us alongside our neighbor his wife and three children, and we all headed up beneath the pouring rain in the muddy pathway. Children and adults alike with a broken heart, wet clothes and fear of losing our homes walked dreadfully towards Mr. Johnny’s house which was the one that was furthest untop. I passed his usual no trespassing signs like a zombie, greeted by his worried look he welcomed us in, and told us make ourselves at home. I asked Mr. James if he saw my brother, he said no, and I felt my feelings numbing. My thoughts were clouded and I felt like a lost child searching for answers, I needed to know where my brother was and I was expecting him to show up anytime beneath the pouring rain under his umbrella….to be continued.

Written by

Laurna Guiste




May we have faith

May we have faith

Faith without works is dead oh Lord by your spirit I am led,

Your people are dying and need to be fed; we need your word and presence each day,

We need a revival, touch us I pray,

Increase our faith; above all, may it be our shield,

May we bring more than our emotions, not serving you based on how we feel,

May we offer our bodies as a living sacrifice, crucifying our flesh,

Walking in the spirit, enjoying the abundant life,

Preaching in the streets and stop warming the benches,

May we have faith that move mountains, and crumple our fears,

May we be genuine believers, for God isn’t moved by our crocodile tears,

Let’s have that faith that heal the sick, and see them recover,

Worship that move God and takes us higher,

A faith that isn’t easily lost,

For when He returns He’ll find faith on the earth of course!

Written by Laurna Guiste


Embracing your whole self is not asking the world to leave you in peace

Because you’d be indicating you are broken to begin with.

You are not tiles of imperfection being creative with your pain because things may get slippery.

Instead you are completely made over, reconstructed.

Certain attitudes had to be changed and you’re either a work in progress or you have found yourself,

And you are complete, not needing anyone to fill you except the one you made you,

You know the missing parts of you,

You remember the days you were lost trying to find yourself in people and in things,

Imitating false notions and empty dreams, the reflections of you kept being broken because

Your looks were constantly asked to be mended, reaaranged, like a book with blank pages

Today your story is being re written,

You are whole.

Written by Laurna Guiste

I am never broke

I am never broke, or in lack, in want or in need,

Cause? He promise to supply all of my needs

According to His riches and glory in Jesus Christ,

He is my supplier, my provider, my life,

He is more than able, to take care of me, He puts food on my table,

He meets all of my needs, puts shoes on my feet, clothes on my back,

My defender, my shield when I’m under attack,

I lack nothing, for you Lord are my everything,

I am never broke,

You are Jehovah Jireh, my provider,

You have always come through for me,

Have made ways where there seems to be none,

You are my father, the ancient of days, bright and morning sun,

You care, you’re always there, you listen, I’ve asked and received

Cause you’ve seen my tears, seen the time spent on my knees,

Your mercies are overflowing, nonstop, every day your love keeps showing,

Your blessings are outpouring, even when I feel empty and there is nothing I can give back,

But my praise, you keep blessing me, waking me up to each day,

To see your lovely face, to be a partaker of your grace,

I am never broke,

The cattles on a thousand hills are his, through his hands flows abundance,

Master of the seven seas is my heavenly Father,ohh watch  me dance,

For in Him we have an inheritance, streets of gold and mansions are our portion,

My God He feeds the nations; He calls us by name,

We are His people and the sheep of His pasture,for sure,

I’m never broke

Is a confession I have always said over my life,

And has proven to be true, cause in those words my faith has life,

And I’ve seen God opened doors and gone out of His way to ensure my needs are met,

and my bank account is never empty,

Because I’m a daughter of the almighty,

I am never broke.

© Written by Laurna Guiste


Writer’s Block


Writer’s Block

Inspiration comes and goes like the wind,

At times they are steady, tasteful with rhythm,

Other times so dull, colorless and far in between,

It can be anything, from a painting, a memory, a tune of a song,

A person and places of which I am  fond,

Surprisingly stirs my emotions and thoughts,

Ideas start to flow through my hands nonstop,

Then there are times i sit at the table awe struck,

Can’t get a syllable or vowel to spill out , words just seemed blocked, I wouldn’t dare whisper nor shout,

I become choked with frustration, and just can’t get it right,

I fight to articulate the fine words; I fight just to write,

When inspiration is all i need to be the referee to call my ideas free,

From my struggles and debates with words,

I need it be my friend and break down these walls,

Written by

Laurna Guiste


Going back to my roots

Going back to my roots

Going back to my hard, black roots, my thick, course roots,

My roots that trail back to ancestral shame yet honor,

A history that’s not so smooth but rich, powerful and strong,

I grew up with my hair in the wind, running and playing all day

Not caring a thing, face full of giggles, dress covered in clay

And it was someone else’s job to comb my nappy head,

Mama would be the one to pull out the pony tails just before I went into bed,

It wasn’t a surprise, when mama started to iron and flatten my hair,

With hot combs and hot grease, to put my hair all up in one,

And I happily thought the hair beauty battle was won,

But then came perm, relaxers and such things,

And for some years I felt secure emulating TV hairstyles and beings,

And then,  I became unsure of my true identity, who was I suppose to be?

my hair  started to break, got dry and brittle

Wasn’t always falling in place, felt thin and trickle,

Then came the need to relax every month or so,

Or else my kinky roots would eventually show, and for years I did,

I weaved, braided, even wore a wig,

Don’t get me wrong, these hairstyles are not bad or wrong,

But I’m talking of me, and of the day that I decided to go back natural,

That day I embraced my kinky curls and waves,

I felt a certain level of freedom and beauty like I once did,

Back in the day when I was a kid,

Yes, there are days my hair gets burdensome and wild

It’s Course and rough ,but I take pride in knowing I grew this, it’s all mine  of course!

Written by Laurna Guiste

Make me over

You want to paint me, reconstruct me into one of your polished pedestals,

You desire to pin me up against your wall because I am a masterpiece,

Your hands slowly carving out my insides,

Painting me blue, green, red..

Planting beautiful flowers on the outside, but inside, like a sepulcher I feel dead,

You carve me out in wood, because you know I can be burnt,

I keep going through the same process,

Because it’s a lesson I haven’t learnt.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

He is

Lord I know he is broken, torn apart, hurt by chance,

But here he is crying out to you, for he needs you,

His life is shattered and he needs to know he is loved,

He needs to feel your touch, as his heart bleeds and aches for you Lord,

He is wounded, bruised sort of like you were bruised and his panting,

Gasping for air for he feels like he’s drowning in sin,

And he can’t seem to find a way out, he wants to serve you

But he gets scared; he doesn’t know what to do,

Addictions have chained him, he’s caving in

In a world that hates him, he screams within,

Lord I pray that you touch him and set him free,

Let Him know you care and feel your love,

May you heal his hurt and may he  look above,

Find help and strength to make it through,

And may he be changed as he looks to you,

May your blood cleanse and make him knew,

For I know your love is real and there is nothing you can’t do.

Written by

Laurna Guiste


The Trip


It was my first time walking this beaten trail, the green, wet shrubs brushed lightly against my legs with every step I took. The weather was humid, with the wind blowing cold against my skin, causing goose bumps to leave well marked trails across my arms. I was definitely out of my comfort zone being out here in this forest, leaving my aristocratic lifestyle back home and following my more adventurous friends out on this expedition to the Bori Lake. I must admit it took a lot of begging on their part and several glasses of wine to have me agreed to coming out on a Saturday especially on so little notice. Knowing me I’m an introvert, one who loves to spend her leisure reading books, staying home and playing online games. But today i was going to be adventurous and enjoy life for a change.

My friends call me Alice, short for Alicia, a 5.5, 16 year old who was auspicious enough to have the President of Dominica as her father. Dominica, the lovely island on which I was raised was most beautiful, with lush green peaks, lucid, cascades of rivers and waterfalls, rainbows of flowers and it was known to be the home to nature’s most harmless animals.  The population was a mere seventy thousand, where my family formed   a huge part of the more elite, mainly because of my dad’s position in the state and our family prestigious surname. But I actually was born in England where my mother is from originally, and where my parents met, but my dad is actually from Dominica. My dad decided to return to the island to live after I was two years of age since he wanted me growing up with his rich and versatile culture and history. I was most blessed with the best of schools, parents and life any one could ask for. I was also disciplined and well mannered in taking my work seriously which awarded me to having won several competitions and trips abroad. I was very much celebrated at my high school and almost everyone wanted to be my friend, but I held only a few close. Such as my good friends Jaden, Kervin, Chrissy and Alex, we were inseparable.

Kervin and Chrissy were the ones who convinced me on going on this trip, they were the smartest and most fun persons I knew, while Jaden and Alex were more conservative in nature like me. So when the idea of this trip came up they opted out and found other places to be. Kervin and Chrissy wouldn’t take no for an answer. They were those dare devil friends who were always encouraging me to take risks. I hated their outspokenness at times but they always reminded me to be myself and that always had my back. The last fun thing we did was having my upper ear pierced on my 16th birthday and getting drunk. I regretted the whole thing days after, but it sure was a memorable experience which we all look back on and laugh. We called our selves the `Super five especially because of our obsession with online games and were all nerds in our own ways.  We’ve been friends since first grade and our parents are also good friends I guess it’s because we’re always at each other’s homes and birthday parties.

The sun’s rays came like flicker lights through the forest branches causing temporary comfort to my cold skin, Kervin and Chrissy treaded ahead in laughter as I strolled behind enjoying nature to its fullest. I had never been to this place; I had lived on the island all these years and never visited its natural sites. When it came to other islands I’d been to the parks, zoos and museums but I was a stranger to these lush vegetation who seemed to peer at me as I walked on in amazement.  The trees danced in the steady rhythm of the wind, spreading green, yellow hues into the sky, waving for all admirers to see their splendor.  The stones were ready path ways leading to a destination I anticipated greatly on seeing, the birds chirping ever so sweetly as to welcome a foreigner in their midst. I ignored the mud that splashed with every step I took, my khaki shorts sure were soiled by now but I didn’t care I wondered why I didn’t come here before. I smiled wildly at nature’s gifts as they drew me deeper into their world; I was lost for words to describe such beauty that now engulfed me. My parents had been places on the island but never to this lake, I couldn’t wait to tell them of my discoveries when I returned home.

“Are you okay back there?” yelled Chrissy

“I’m doing just fine” I yelled back

Kervin walked back to me with the hugest grin on his face, he had a glint in his eyes whenever he spoke to me, Chrissy and the other’s said it’s because he secretly loves me, I really wouldn’t know as I’m close to all my friends and I consider all of them to be special and great. Kervin gives me compliments a lot but mostly in a humorous manner I never take them seriously. I have noticed the glint but he hasn’t told me anything so that’s all it is a glint. I smiled back at him as he drew closer.

“I see someone is enjoying their self”

“I sure am” I replied

“Told you, you would,haha,” he said pinching my arm

I brushed him off, “This place is amazing, I didn’t know such lovely places existed in Dominca,I mean look at how lovely these trees are”

“I know, and I agree, that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you, Dominica is blessed!”

“It is,I mean look at that bird over there” I said as a black and white bird flew on a tree near us,

“oh my gosh yelled Kervin as he quickly removed his back pack, he thumbled through some supplies and snacks as he took hold of his camera.

I giggled in amazement, as he became maneuvering a camera his uncle recently bought him which he hadn’t quite mastered, he tiptoed closer to the bird as he tried to adjust the lens,

“Be careful it flies away “I whispered as I took out my phone and started to video tape him.

Kervin was getting closer and closer as the bird opened its wings to reveal red and white wings,it was the most beautiful thing I’ld ever seen,

“wow!Chrissy I yelled come see this ,come quick!”

“ssshh your blab b la mouth whispered Kervin as he got closer , I was  trying not to laugh as Chrissy fell while she was running towards me. She started laughing as she got up

“What is it, what is it?”She cried

I started laughing as the bird was getting ready to fly away,

“Hurry, hurry” she crawled towards me just in time to see the bird fly away, we both busted out in laughter.

“Oh shocks! Look what yall did!” he said as he furiously took snaps of it flying away, “what bird is that?” asked Chrissy getting to her feet,I was still laughing while I still recorded.

“I wouldn’t know, as all I really got good shots of was it’s butt leaving” he said as he placed the camera aside irately.Chrissy jokingly pouted as I laughed louder, then she joined me laughing. Kervin passed us shaking his head and continued along the trail, chrissy run after him

“Hold on Kerv, I want to see the pictures you got” Chrissy shouted as he kept on walking. I ended the recording and pressed replay, I giggled to myself as I lingered behind watching the recording. I looked ahead and Chrissy and Kervin were no longer in sight, I quicken my pace a bit as I heard a twig break nearby, I startled as I nervously looked around, my eyes caught nothing but trees reaching out to me. i continued walking when I heard it again,

“Is someone there?”I said turning back I heard nothing but the sound of my own heavy breathing and nature.

I calmed down a bit, as I decided it was nothing and there was no need to get scared, so I continued walking then my phone fell from my grip and when I picked it up I heard the twig break again and I heard a thud, felt a sharp pain to my head and I saw nothing but darkness.

P.S Thanks to my amazing boyfriend who pushed me to write three (3) pages a day because I was suffering from major writer’s block,these were my first three pages.