"My love & fear of Carnival started in the country of my birth, Trinidad & Tobago. The love of the masque; the dread of the Jab Jab – Pay D Devil; the sound of the Dragon dragging the chains along the streets; the melodious harmonies of the singing quartets: guitar, painted faces & zoot suits; the strident boasts of the Midnight Robber: Stop, Stop, Yuh Mocking Pretender; running away from the clouds of Johnson powder from Sailors Ashore – flower bags reinvented; the rhythmic chants & bells of the Wild Indians, Stick fighters &
Burrokeets; the tinkling of the iron far far away
announcing the arrival of the steel band. And furtive glances at the female figure at the corner of your eye that you leaving for later. That was MY CARNIVAL.
Today, it is different. But just as enjoyable. Just as memorable. Bacchanal on the streets and in the Board Room."