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389 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2024

Who you is? Was it a waking thought or a drifting-to-sleep one? Was he asking or being asked? He lay on his back, fistfuls of the bedspread clutched to his sides. If he looked about him, what might he see? Who? Eyelids squeezed tighter so as not to find out.
Did this happen to everyone? Did Mammy or Luci or Davey, anyone else, have an invisible sentinel trapped within? More than one? Questioning their decisions? Forcing their own on to them? Talking, talking, talking?
Maybe it was his subconscious. Speaking aloud. His conscience articulating truths he preferred to deny; lies it wanted him to believe. There were times, like when Mammy handed him a plate of food, when an urge swamped him. To grab her wrist. Ask, ‘You hear them?’ Make her listen. How stupid would he sound? Crazy?
The rambling was growing more constant. Interrupting him more often. Making bad choices that he couldn’t supplant
My mother came to London in 1960 bringing my brother who was two and a half years old, and pregnant with me. But she left four children behind. I first met two of my siblings when I was seven and they joined us in London. By then my two eldest sisters were over sixteen and because of changes in immigration laws were too old to come. I met them when I visited Grenada aged nine. My sister and brother had to adapt to life in England and seemed to do so well. But in his mid-twenties my brother was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. Those are the two themes I used to weave my story of Cilla and Raef. I wanted to explore the emotional trauma of separation that so many people from the Caribbean endured and consider how that might have impacted Raef’s mental health.
He blinked as a trace of sun broke free from the cover of heavy cloud; shone on him through the dusty panes. I can be her big brother. A proper one this time. If she’ll let me. They’d gelled back then. For a while. Maybe they could again.