Page 6: Dinner at Daddy Joe’s

So my husband’s birthday was February 3 and his mom decided to take us to dinner. I know what you’re thinking. No…she’s not controlling and no she’s no monster in law. In fact I was delighted to have dinner with both of them. We went to a restaurant called Daddy Joe’s. It’s a lovely place tucked neatly between The Glass Window Bridge and Gregory Town, Eleuthera. Daddy Joe’s has been recently renovated and I must say that it’s beautiful. The decor is chic and the ambiance is quiet and relaxing. The food was delicious and the servers are well trained (have Chris serve you). The prices are very reasonable and you get lots for your money.

I ordered the 12oz steak which was seasoned to perfection. It had a great sear on it just the way I like it.

My husband ordered the half slab of BBQ RIBS and he had no intentions of sharing any of it!

My mother in law ordered the lemon chicken with capers. She sat quietly throughout the meal.

While they ordered sodas, I ordered some homemade fruit punch and it was divine. The kitchen staff surprised us and sang happy birthday to my husband. He got some scrumptious guava duff with a lit candle on top.


So, if you are ever in The Bahamas, Check out the island of Eleuthera and drive across the infamous Glass Window Bridge and look to your left for Daddy Joe’s.


Page 5: Thoughts along this journey

These stories are about me and my life experiences. Some have made me laugh while others have made me laugh until I cry. There is a lesson to be learned in every memory. The lessons that we fail, it’s inevitable that we experience them repeatedly until we learn. I would rather get it right the first time and not run the risk of wandering around the wilderness, disgruntled and bitter for generations. It is also wise and in good taste to share or pass on wisdom acquired during one’s lifetime. We are but only robbing the generation after us when we take our secrets to the grave. So with that being said, do enjoy. Please feel free to find humor in my misfortunes but above all knowledge. Avoid making my mistakes as much as you can. May my stories bring healing, hope, humor and happiness to some deserving soul. After all, it is better to learn from the mistakes of someone else’s life rather than risk losing your own in risky ventures. What I was so fortunate to escape from unscathed, or able to recover from might just be the straw that breaks the camel’s back for you.

Page 4: Beautiful Sunrise

This morning I was in no hurry to get out of bed. My husband insisted that I do. See, i need the car today and my husband knows this. The only way that I am going to get it is by taking him to work. He had to be at the ferry to Harbour Island by 6am. It was really chilly this morning. The air was cool and crisp. When we arrived at the dock, I felt a bit of warmth on my face. Sunlight was streaming into the car. I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful sunrise. He said, ” honey look”. He kissed me and said, “see ya later, I love you”. Then I said, “ditto babe”. The sun had begin to rise gracefully. I just had to snap a photo of it. I fumbled for my iPhone and stepped out of the car onto the dock (in my pink and black PJs) and took a few shots. My husband looked back at me while he was boarding the ferry and laughed hysterically. The sight of me in my PJs in a public place taking photos with my iPhone was funny to him I guess. I got back in the car and drove home. I was happy that he did wake me up this morning. I thought to myself, how many other beautiful sunrises did I miss?


Page 3: Quaint and bustling town

So I had to go to harbor island yesterday to do business. I’m usually not ever thrilled to catch the ferry to “briland” especially when it’s windy. The water on the way over was exceptionally turquoise with a hint of gem-like green. White capped waves were formed as the ferry jetted through the ocean. Upon arrival, the dock was bustling with activity. A freight boat had arrived and had tons of freight for the tiny island. I myself was quite impressed by the logistics of the whole thing. I gave it one last look and headed up the narrow, clean street. I could smell something awesome brewing in the kitchen at The Landing Hotel, I was so temped to stop in for coffee but I quickly reminded myself that I was on business and time was not on my side. I scurried along and shut my eyes tight for a sec, long enough for me to get passed the delectable menu that belonged to The Rock House that sat sturdily up top the hill passing some ancient steps carved out of the natural rock formation. Boy! That hill is steep! I tried to not make it so obvious that I was out of shape as I pulled that hill headed toward the bank. I took a sharp left, then a right and I was there. I dreaded the long line that was awaiting me inside. Steps again? I climbed up the steps to the bank and opened the door. The air conditioning was cool and refreshing. It was such a delightful feeling especially that the bank was empty. Did I miss something? Was something happening else where? It was awkwardly quiet in there and I got served in a jiffy by a handsome, mango skinned fellow who’s smile was very pleasant. As I made my way back to the dock, I looked at the tranquil and sunny skies and breathe a sign of relief. I made it to the dock in record time. I looked back at the little island as I stepped onto the ferry. I’ll come back real soon for a day of food, pink sand beaches and fun I thought.







Page 2: From small town to big city

Just before graduation a college fair was held at my high school to my displeasure, there were no international schools represented, only local tertiary level and technical colleges were present. The presenter for one of the leading colleges did an awesome job on his presentation because that is what convinced me to attend in the first place.
The excitement of being accepted, yet alone a partial scholarship recipient was thrilling. From where I came from, that was big news. I had propelled myself through the halls of the college with great optimism. I was severely naive, green and clueless. I’ll go into further detail concerning my college escapades some other time. (it was horrible then, but dreadfully funny now).I am still slightly embarrassed and hope that no one ever wants to be like me when they grow up. Between the failed classes, the cancelled ones, the unnecessary ones, unstable housing, no money to even buy food and the lack of transportation from school after dark, the bullying and the loneliness, it was like being forced to ride a roller coaster while hung over. It was just an endless trail of misfortunes, hard luck and mistreatment. After all I was just a nappy headed island girl, transplanted to the big city.
My parents had decided to separated around that same time and I felt as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders. The fighting that went on between my parents was relentless! I had become torn, I was their referee and the mediator. In the mean time, I was alone….in the big city. I was still broke and couldn’t go home. I was too concerned about the opinions of others to go back home. I was full of pride. So, I stayed in the city, and basically floated from semester to semester, low income job to job, relationship to relationship, disappointment after disappointment. Unfairness was all I knew now, my longterm goals had taken a back seat to my short term needs. I had forgotten who I was and to whom I belonged… and the world had a field day with it!

Page 1: The journey begins

Oh wow! Where did the time go? I am 27 years old now and I am just beginning my journey toward self awareness. There is no need to pity me. For years I had been severely distracted by the opinions and expectations of others. It seemed as if I had lost my true identity. The expectations of others can really rain on your parade.
My mom thought I’d make a great Nurse, my dad thought I’d be a prominent Lawyer. I wanted to be a world famous writer, a small business owner and a philanthropist. But writers in my country didn’t make 6 figures, neither did small business owners. And how could I then become a philanthropist without money? Who has ever heard of a broke philanthropist?
I was stumped and I felt hopeless. In need of a plan of action, I went online using my dreadfully slow 90s eMachines PC and searched for a career that would solve my problem and make me wealthy. I searched for top careers and (bam!), there in the top 3 was computer engineering. Just like that,(snap!) I now wanted to become a computer engineer having no idea of what a computer engineer was. All I did know was that I wanted to be rich and my thirst would get me there.
Computer engineering they say, one of the jobs of the future. I could see it now, Lerenda, nappy headed girl from Eleuthera, a big time Computer Engineer working for the likes of NASA, Microsoft or Apple respectively. My selfish ambition was entirely influenced by the fat salaries offered to computer engineers. I just knew that I wanted to study abroad in the United States, graduate and be on my way to a rewarding career. After all, I did very well in high school to ensure that I could make 6 figures and there was no chance that I would become a homemaker like my mom and/or a taxi driver/carpenter like my dad. My high school teacher always said, “You can be anything that you want to be, all you have to do is believe!” I was armed with a dream. I was certain. I was motivated. I had fixed my eyes on the prize that was a career in computer engineering. I knew that I wanted to take the world by storm. I wanted to travel it and make a difference. But my reality could not have been more farfetched.