Excerpt from book " Back In Time"- Lynval Golding

[Paul Willo]

Excerpt from the book "BACK IN TIME- Lynval Golding with Paul Williams" -COMING SOON.

LEAVING JAMAICA.

"On the day , there was me, my sister ,my auntie, my two cousins Alvin and Sandra and as we walked up the gangplank I was the last one of us to board but I knew something wasn’t quite right. My mother. I couldn’t see her. I suddenly went through a strange mode. Imagine the sort of scene where a very young child would be clinging onto his mother’s skirt, not wanting her to leave, a separation anxiety, well, that’s what I did. It was a total bombshell, I simply thought mum was coming with us. I was so upset, I had just got back to being with her after her time away and i was so distressed. I recall my auntie shouting “Come on Lynval!” as she made her way to the top the gangplank to get on the ship. I just stopped in my tracks, looking at her, then back at my mum , totally torn between the two. I shouted to my mother to hurry up and come with us. I was in floods of tears as was my mum .It was a horrible heart trending moment. My auntie screamed at me to get on board but I had now decided I wasn’t going! I didn’t want to be without mum! Again, the chaos continued when my auntie yelled at me to get on board, and I told her I wasn’t going but realistically There was no option for me,I was to go no matter what but I still tried to get to mum, then the truth hit home like a hammer blow when mum, through her tears, just said “I’m not going with you..” and I was dumbstruck and I was crying so badly. I screamed again “ I don’t wanna go !” but my mum , in a soft way to try and placate me, said “ You’ve got to go now”. That was it. My auntie came and grabbed me to get me on the ship but I was devastated. Like my heart had been ripped out. As the ship pulled out of dock, there were people waving and cheering and all I could see was my mum. She was waving and crying .I could hardly raise a hand to wave back I felt so weak. My auntie said “Lynval-Come on you’re 11 years old, act your age!” but being eleven years old, I was still a child, I wanted my mum like any other normal eleven year old would, being that age meant nothing to me, I was grieving like someone had died . I recall that on the way to England, we would stop at various ports, people would get off the ship, stretch their legs and have a walk around the towns, do a little shopping and buy some souvenirs, but I wouldn’t get off. I was too scared to get off .I was just too traumatised. I had been scared to get on that ship and I was scared to get off it. My auntie and the others with us couldn’t understand my predicament, they didn’t have a clue how I was feeling, they simply thought well, y’ know, “you’re just a kid, what do you really know?, you’ll be fine”, a REAL sort of blasé attitude towards me but they didn’t realise then what sort of trauma I was in, that’s kids can be devastated and emotionally wrecked, as I was and I remained that way for a very long time..."
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[marigold]

Excellent and moving recollections to read and I am looking forward to Lynvals chapters.
Being a first generation immigrant is a much tougher gig than is realised, I am glad he is putting this on paper - must be a very special project for the both of you.
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[Imani]

Gosh, that was moving.
Thanks for sharing, Willo.
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Imani

[Sugarman]

Can't wait
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