I find great inspiration and solace in the poetical bars of Tupac Shakur, the exploits of Zulu tribesmen, Haitian independence fighters and the Black Panthers.
From his balcony my neighbor said: “I got some good news bro! We’re going to go and speak to that lady about getting your work permit”.
A ‘trap house’, is a term coined by the millennial generation, which simply refers to a place in which illegal narcotics arrive and are sold from.
I am frequently contacted by fellow Brits whom I’ve been acquainted with as they perhaps see me as some sort of ‘go to person’ on anything Honduras related.
I would like to share something, which I feel, is something of a positive – if we can derive any positives from the situation.
I have expressed recent frustration at hearing Hondurans bad-mouth their nation. It does get ever so tedious.
I have no idea why really, yet I have found myself pondering materialism – a lot – recently. Here’s what came to mind.
“So… that girl’s going to get married to a gringo…” I said, whilst making conversation with an acquaintance of my age – as he gave me a lift in his Honda.
Are we a generation of utter idiots? I do sometimes wonder, what will my generation be remembered for? Anything of stature?
Honduran women have confided some truly hideous and gut-wrenching things to me. True personal experiences. These are nasty and upsetting stories.