You  know sometimes the Most High does manifest in all kinds of ways.  And the other day , this country girl felt it for sure. It was in two coconuts she had sit down in the yard for weeks. She bought them off a beach hustler who was trying to beg a small change. She two coconuts in her hand – perhaps for her coconut bakes for the family supper, but I offered to buy them off her and she gladly agreed- eating her cake. .. And since then, they in the yard keeping one another company and waiting to flavour up some breadfruit or rice and peas or something. And wondering when this woman going to do something with them.

Well the day she got two breadfruits, and decided on oil down, they watching to see what she gonna do, because they still wearing their thick, hard, brown skins. You see, they didn’t know that she is a country girl to the bone! That she peeling coconuts since she ten years old, That she could even peel a coconut with a stone!!So they sit down there, watching and waiting, because they know is more than hitting them on a stone this time. And she does like to do that – crack them on the big stone in the yard, drain the sweet water into her hand and guide it to her mouth, wetting up all she clothes.  That is why she can’t live nowhere without  a yard with big stones.

Well she  get out she cutlass – one dull piece a thing! It new, but like the more she file it, the duller it get.  But anyway, she psych up sheself, getting ready to mappou (pound with force) they backside to bits, because is blend she blending them so it didn’t matter if they mash up. She put the first one on the wall, behind the kitchen, aim and make a chop, willing the cutlass to hit well. The cutlass connect, and stick. The coconut shell cling on to it so tight, she could not take it out, so she start to mappou- with the coconut still clinging to the cutlass. One. Two. Three. SPLIT! The coconut shell (outer skin)open up and the coconut come out clean clean. Not a piece ah shell on it!  She settle the second one. Aim. Chop. A little more mappouing, but to her relief and amazement, the next coconut come out clean clean again!!! No knifing required. No messing about, jooking up she fingers to remove them stubborn shells that does glue on tight tight to the coconut. All she had to do was chop up and blend.

And  sometimes that  little traditional thing she have in her does try to force her to grate the coconut eh. The same thing that does make her grate the sweet potatoes when she making pudding, and the tannia, when she making log (porridge), but she does put she foot down when it comes to grating coconuts yes!  She does work them hands too hard to already to inflict more torture by grating coconuts too!  Mm mm. No sah! Blender for they backside!

So yes, this country girl felt that manifestation. Little things.  Small blessings. Give thanks.