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Competition - Sonja Gopeesingh-Luckhoo
Competition - Sonja Gopeesingh-Luckhoo
Competition - Sonja Gopeesingh-Luckhoo
Every day he tirelessly worked the cocoa estate. His charred, brown face
was scorched by the red sun. His crispy skin wreaked of age. But what strength
he had. His dream to create the world’s finest cocoa was his raison d’etre.
That weary hunched-back man would awake early to walk the fields by five
amidst the chill morning mist that nestled on the Northern Range of our little
island of Trinidad. I would climb up the branches of the cocoa trees and with
my pocket-knife cut open the cocoa pods and greedily suck the white flesh off
the cocoa beans completely oblivious of all the amazing nutrients this manna
from heaven possessed. It was Randolph who taught me everything about this
magical fruit that somehow culminated in chocolate somewhere far off in
Europe. I would follow him across the estate as he pruned, plucked and
harvested the yellow fruits shoulder to shoulder with a handful of workers like
himself.
As the year advanced I no longer went to my school down the hill. The
Corona virus had introduced online schooling. This allowed me the pleasure to
traipse behind old Randolph to learn everything he did to create the best
quality cocoa in the world. You could tell it was, because it was never very
bitter which meant he harvested the finest grade.
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Name Lionel Luckhoo Trinidad &Tobago DOB: 14 Aug 08
(1389 words) 11 yrs old
After the day’s work was done on the cocoa estate I retired to
listen to my teachers conduct their online courses. It’s amazing what a child I
was last December, coming home from school, playing football and swimming
in the Paria Waterfalls. How I missed the fun, bathing in the warm waters of
the Madamas River. I had no knowledge of how fortunate we were to be living
in a tropical rainforest where the air was always pristine and the waters warm.
He would tell tales of citings of Papa Bois as we lay spread-eagled on the
emerald grass overlooking the blue Caribbean Sea wishing we could see this
Father of the Forest.
I spent all my days neck and neck with Randolph harvesting these
buttery yellow fruits. These jubilant yellow gems bursting with the promise of
chocolate excited my being. In this single year he mentored me and whispered
to me that he chose me, of all the little children in the neighboring villages to
share the mysteries and magic of the coveted cocoa. He felt that one day, I, a
mere twig of a boy, of no particular promise, could, if I put my mind to it,
make the first and finest handcrafted Trinidad Chocolate the world would
come to know. “Why me Randolph?” I questioned scraping the husk of the
cocoa with my fingernail to see whether the cocoa was ripe. “You, have a spark
that is so bright that I believe you can take this cocoa and create the finest
chocolate the world has ever seen.” Randolph exclaimed. Wiping my fingers
on my vest, I pondered his words.
For the next few months in quarantine I rode along the Brasso Seco
mountains overlooking the northern coastline while Randolph traversed on
foot through the acreage of cocoa. It was just last December that this
Pandemic broke and our twin islands did marvellously well in the lockdown.
The pandemic brought drastic changes but they were not all bad. As children it
is true we were not able to see our friends but the night sky became so clear
that with the passing of but a year since lockdown you could see the core of
the Andromeda Galaxy. Nature was restoring itself. The Leatherback turtles
were nesting happily without human disruption. The howler monkeys were
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Name Lionel Luckhoo Trinidad &Tobago DOB: 14 Aug 08
(1389 words) 11 yrs old
reclaiming their home. The red dear roamed the forest free from the fear of
the huntsmen. Even the zoo reported that their hundred-year old turtle gave
birth as no visitors intruded upon their natural habitat.
His words echoed in my mind, “You are the future of the Cocoa estate.” I
would never forget this fine, frail fellow who filled me with so much confidence
and vision. I was certain of my destiny as streams of tears flowed down my
face. I promised myself I would make him proud. I would continue the work of
Randolph and one day I would create Trinidad’s finest handcrafted chocolate
the world would ever know. Surely his labour would not be in vain. I knew
what I had to do. I knew my destiny.
I slipped outside the little cottage to collect myself and amidst the misty
Caribbean mountain a white star-like substance fell upon the water lilies in the
nearby pond. It was a perfect snowflake. I looked up, and it was snowing in our
tropical rainforest for a few moments. I had never seen snow in my entire life.
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Name Lionel Luckhoo Trinidad &Tobago DOB: 14 Aug 08
(1389 words) 11 yrs old
My parents joined me to witness this miracle. Tears of joy ran down my face.
Surely, it was a message from Randolph telling me everything was alright. It
was the most divine experience of my life. I felt as if the clouds were smiling at
me and the breeze was caressing my cheeks tenderly. The cocoa trees chanted
Randolph’s name as it rustled and the sun’s rays lit up the mountains with a
golden light reassuring me of his happy ascension.