The stage came alive with color as women dressed in bright yellow and red skirts and headdresses joined the two old peasants and the little girl on the beach. The rhythmic beat of Caribbean drums pulsed in time with my heart. As they danced to the gods, thankful to have been spared by the night’s squall, I smiled for the first time in days. The music stirred something deep within me, as if somehow, I had known this melody all along though I had never heard it. It pulled at my soul like gravity. I had to stay for a little longer.
Magically before my eyes, little Ti Moune transformed into a beautiful young woman singing, “Waiting For Life,” asking the gods to reveal her purpose. What had they saved her for? Adventure? Love? Or something bigger?
In that three-minute song, in Ti Moune’s pleading to the gods, I heard my own heart’s prayer. I, too, wanted love and adventure, though I already knew who that love was.
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