A mother
An mama
An mama ki ni an shay ish yo kwiyé wadenn
Dressed in nature and full of emerald splendor,
My grandmother would careless what they say.
With 10 beautiful children, and not a scratch on her body.
She is the envy of all her siblings
She have four glittering sand beaches
Lots of rivers to chill and bubble a one pot and two waterfalls, a one stop shop
on d round d island wahhhh that you just cah miss

And guest what
Her eldest son
My uncle millet
Quenches the thirst of all of you
He is the home of WASCO’s main water source.
And still my granny is taken for granted?
They call her people poor
They call her people uneducated
They call her people lazy.
Ou cweh gwa mama Mweh bul veh say pou Aa yo di
Nor ! Ii pa mélé
My granny is proud,
Proud of her children and her children’s children.
They have become law enforcers
Educators
Engineers
Entrepreneurs and more
My granny can boast
Boast about her dashin , fig, yam, eppi buhjah ie ni planté
A farming tradition inherited by all 10 of her children
Her wonderful fishing village her valley and her attractive waters.
you’ve heard the saying
An mama sa fè ish pa tjè yo
Well well well
My father,
My father, bois din ie say té boh ish
Now nothing but trouble.
Putting tears in my granny eyes but this too shall pass.

My granny’s name is Anse La Raye—Raaayyyyye!
A product of the west overlooking the Caribbean sea,
And her sunsets are a sight to see.
The yellow beams and golden gleams
Are just a part of her attractive scenes.

You want to know the best thing
About my granny?
She teach her children one great song.
We have been singing it for so long.
It goes like this:

“We may go up to the city
Or down to town,
But but there is one great stanza
that’s on our tongue.
“Mamay lase la Wé---raaaayyyyye!
Pli bèl plac an Sèt Li Si
Sé sa nou yé,
Ma mi lase La we!---raaaayyyye!”