Love Poem: A Trinidad Wedding Story
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Written by: Kasim Ishmael

A Trinidad Wedding Story

I hear that a girl in Trinidad
Looking for a very good husband
My brother says she father rich
Will give me house and land

Well I must admit I thought
This sounds like a good plan
So I decide go to Trinidad
And become she loving husband

When the plane land in the airport
It was getting kind of late
So we drive straight to her house
And we pack up by the front gate

We see the girl from the window
And we find her looking nice
Ah tell myself I make up my mind
I don’t need to think twice

Then we hear a fellar crying hard
Next door in a hammock
First time I hear a man bawl and cry
So I was kind of shock

My brother say boy see that man
He has some serious tabanca
He maybe likes some girl
And get run by she father

Turns out the feller next door
Well he wants to marry she
But she father says they poor
And they don’t have no money

So he trying to get a man
From America to come down here
But he really don’t know in America
Most of the men does live on welfare

Now I feeling bad for the feller
Because he really love her bad
How can I marry the girl he love
And take her away from Trinidad

But what if I don’t marry she now
And the father finds a next man
This poor feller might get a piece of rope
And hang his self in the cocoa land

So I say yes I want to marry she
I love her from head to tail
But he only way I marrying we must
Come out side cover up with a veil

Well we take the feller san Fernando
We walk in ram mohess tailoring
I Said make us two identical suits
We have to go to a set up wedding

The feller wears the suit
And he comes through the window
The pundit ready for the wedding to start
So he wears the veil and walk out the door

All the father rich friends from Trinidad
Gathered for the wedding day
But when he see is the poor man she marry
He gets heart attack and faint away

Well to make a long story short
The next time I when to Trinidad
I see she father with two grandchildren
Playing foot ball in the back yard