Icilda’s Story

Icilda’s Story

This is a carving in the shape of Jamaica. Mandeville, my birthplace, is a parish in the middle of the country without any rivers or lakes. The hummingbird is the national bird of the island.

When tourists visit Jamaica, they tend to go to places like Negril, where the beaches are very good and clean. One year, I went to Jamaica as a tourist, and on the way to Negril, our driver became our tour guide. Many people on the bus were from abroad, and the driver would ask them “What do you call this place?” and “What do you call that?” We drove by a cemetery and the driver asked “What do you call this place?” A tourist answered “a burying ground, cemetery…” The driver said “Out here, we don’t call it that. No! We call it the Underground Hotel. Once you check in, you don’t check out!”

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