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Voices from a Virgin Islands Perspective. |
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There are many reasons for creating stories, stories that speak of desires or sometimes express joy and sometimes pain. This page will give you the stories of people represented by characters who are strangers in a foreign land. These stories maybe comical, romantic or tragic but they all stem from a need or better yet a longing... Meeting Syrus What’s up my name is Syrus. My last name is Hodge, and boy did I get myself in a pretty mess. It wouldn’t have been that embarrassing of a mess if it happened in private, but unfortunately I don’t seem to have the best of luck, especially with women, and in a sense my love life is a catastrophe. You know that song by Junior Kelly? The one that goes “if love so nice, why does it hurt so…” that brother couldn’t have been more right. Before I start telling you about the details of my fiasco, I think I should tell you a little bit more about myself besides my name. Unlike most of his peers my father didn’t want to name a son after himself fearing that a boy growing up in this century would become only God knows what, and that is why I am not Victor Hodge III. Victor Hodge II, my father, married my mother Elaine Hodge and decided to raise a family in Est. Frydenhoj on the beautiful island of St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands. My mother gave birth to me on a Tuesday, the eleventh day of September in 1979. At age 22, if I only knew how that island environment would influence my way of thinking, I would have had a greater respect for my culture. Growing up as an only child, I became an imaginative little kid. Ginep and mango trees became fortresses providing refuge from enemies that I created, like the ones on G. I. Joe. I was never really a bad kid, probably a bit ordinary. Too ordinary, as one girl put it,“ You’re a typical “Rock” man.” Well that means I should have luck with the ladies right. That’s what I thought, but experience is a teacher. To make a long story short and not bore you with my little “autobiography” any longer, I graduated from Ivanna Eudora Kean High School in 1998 and went on to the University of Delaware in Newark, Delaware. As for looks, I think that I’m a good-looking guy, I’m about 6’1”, ok maybe it’s 5’10”, but what’s the difference. My physique seems to be on point, although I could use some extra weight on my legs. I have full vibrant lips that many women consider attractive. So all in all, I give myself a ten on a scale of one to twenty. A scale of one to twenty gives me a larger margin of error if you know what I mean. Ok now that everything’s squared away with the introduction, the story can go on. There were many incidents leading up to my fiasco that should have enlightened me to my oncoming public display of embarrassment, but being the Virgin Islands man that I am, my ego got the best of me. My relationships with women in America gives life to the real meaning of culture shock…` continued in next issue. |
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