Time to move on. I had a great brunch with dear friend, Guru Prasad Swami. He was also on the move. After he left, I was left with a queue of people, each of whom just wanted to have a few minutes with me, in private. Some advice. Some direction. Some blessing.
I could see the talent in the community. But now, it was time to go. Off to Port of Spain Airport where I gathered a few more souls for a few last minutes. And as I was giving attention, I could see out of the corner of my eye, a senior Christian priest ambling along rather slowly with cane in hand, and all the while keeping a good composure.
Old-school-down-to-basics man, I thought. He had his jet-black regalia on. We didn't meet. I had my crew and he had his parishioners enjoying his company.
Okay, so now, it was really time to go. I said my good-byes through a group hug, passed through security and onward-rolling luggage down a main hall, before reaching my gate. There was a massive billboard suspended from the ceiling. It had a message. Could be misleading. It read: "Walk." A little ambiguous at first. I felt guilty putting no time into walking today.
A little closer look and I could see what the real promotion was all about and it was quite opposite to a message of health. Johnnie Walker, "Black Label," a brand of Scotch whiskey is one of those duty-free items picked up by air travellers. The letters WALK were so prominent.
Off to Suriname and a house program. Jyoti turned 11. It's her birthday. We tried to keep the guest happy.
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