Ben Anson

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.

According to my students the US is the land of opportunity where one simply crosses the border, gets a job immediately and earns big money.

It is not an easy thing to pull through – loneliness. Not easy at all… Someone once said: “loneliness is the ultimate poverty”. Perhaps it is.

Honduras has blessed me (as hard as it gets at times) to see and live its reality as the Honduran does.

An ambience of laughter, tranquillity and contentment thrives in the Garifuna communities of Tela; an old port on the Caribbean coast of Honduras.

He who has been without, knows what it’s like to go without and hence does not wish it upon anyone. Such is the noble and deeply affectionate Honduran.

Anuel, pounded on the small yet furious Bluetooth speaker, which my neighbor Blanco appears to cherish. The lyrics are horribly offensive.