A true story " one day in the life of Kaz Ishmael."

Many of you who reads my poems
Will know that I use the words angel
a lot of times in my poems
And there is a reason why,
because of an experience I had many years ago.

I believe that there are angels amongst us
And they are around us every day
" I know what you are going to say "
If they are around us, then why so
many bad things still happen in the world

I ask myself that same question
And I think I know why
Because just as there are good angels from heaven
There's also the evil angels from another side

And they're fighting a constant battle of good over the other opposite
There's a world of activities right before our very eyes
And we the human beings can not see the elements at work around us

Ok now it's time for me to tell you about the time an angel saves my life
And after reading about these experiences of mines
I'm sure that many of you would have recollections of times that you had encounters with angels and didn't realize it at the moment

In the beautiful island of Trinidad and Tobago
There are beaches all around the island
But to those who live in the middle of the island
The beaches are very far away, and the distance is hours of driving to get there

What people would sometimes do is hired or chartered someone with a big bus
And the whole village or street or just friends and family
Would prepare all different kinds of foods to carry in coolers
And carry drinks like rum and beers and sodas and waters

This practice is called " an excursion"
And while on the bus going to the beaches
They would be singing and clapping and having fun
Sometimes a few of them will get drunk from drinking too much and they would be dancing and just having fun

Back then I had my dreadlocks hair I was a Rastafarian
And in our village at that time almost all the young afro- Trinidadians were Rastafarian

I was the only one Indian rasta amounts the Rastafarian
I had big dreads .my dreadlocks were like a coconut tree
On the front of my head, I had a big clump of hair that stands out like four coconuts tree branches.

And on the back of my head in the center
I had the same dreads as I had on top of my head
Then on bout sides of my face. my hair was matted flat together with the size as my palm of my hands
Then I had four long ones like ropes in the back hanging over my shoulder

So I and my rastas friends chartered a bus to go to the beach
And we reach the beach and was having a great time
Then I and 3 of my friends decided to walk down the beach

We walked a good distance then we stop under a big tree that was on the grass just beyond the sand
We had a big cassette player playing Bob Marley
And our bags with our money and our stash of weed ( marijuana) :-)

We then smoke a joint and then leave our stuff under the tree and went to bathe in the water
But we keep looking under the tree because the cassette player was there and our bags with clothes and money

Now " did I mentioned to you all " that I cannot swim.
It's the only thing that I can't do
Now while we were bathing and keeping an eye on our stuff
My friends said that they saw a girl with a white dress standing over our stuff under the tree

I look and I saw no one, so one of them Derek ask me if I could go check it out
I said yeah " cause I wanted to smoke a cigarette.
But I keep looking and saw no one
But I keep walking out of the water cause it was very deep over my chest.

When I reach knee-high in the water
And I turn around, I didn't see them
So started to think that they made up the story of seeing a girl by our stuff

So I could come out of the water.
Because they wanted to swim out further or swim up the beach
And just wanted me to see our belongings

So I keep walking out of the water and when I reach the dry sand, I heard them behind me,
When I turn around they were running out of the water with fear on their faces

They told me that a twister current pull them under the water and they couldn't get out
And if I had been there for just a few minutes again, I would have drowned because I couldn't swim

They swore that the three of them saw that girl under the tree
I never saw the girl, they said if she had not been there for me to come out of the water, I would have to drown

They all said that she was an angel who came to save me
I never saw her or anyone
Now here's who that girl was and this is my strong belief
That girl " the angel " was my big sister came to save her little brother

My mother the first child was a girl
And she died just one week old
And after that, my parents have seven boys and no more girl

They said " that when a child dies they go back to heaven where they came from
Because babies are innocent little angels
And that girl who they saw " was an angel" she was my big sister, who is an angel in heaven

My friends and I have told that story on the bus coming back home
And everyone was silent and just amazed at what had to happen
My three friends" Chris and desmond and Derek
Up to today, they talk about what happened on that day
And they said " it's a miracle that happens
It's a miracle indeed " it was my big sister, looking over her little brother
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