I write because I don’t like when people talk about today as if today appear out of nowhere.

Historically speaking, very little drop from the sky just so.

Most of what we dealing with now have roots…deep roots. In history. In colonial systems. In migration. In class. In memory. In survival. In all the things people inherit without always having words for it.

That is why I write.

I have always believed that context is a form of mercy. When people don’t understand where a thing come from, they does blame themselves for burdens they didn’t create. They does mistake old systems for personal failure. They does inherit habits and fears and ways of coping, and then wonder why life feel heavier than it should.

If you understand the past, plenty things in the present start making more sense.

I write because I want people to see the link between then and now. I want them to recognize that our Caribbean life, our culture, our brilliance, our contradictions, none of it happen in a vacuum.

This didn’t start today.

I write to give people framework. To give them memory. To give them language for things they feel but never fully connected. I not writing to show off what I know. I writing to help people locate themselves inside the bigger story.

Because when people know where they come from, they stand different.

And that kind of understanding? That is not extra. That is necessary.