Sam Selvon was a Trinidadian writer renowned for his pioneering contributions to Caribbean literature. Born in 1923, he is best known for his novel "The Lonely Londoners," which vividly captures the immigrant experience in post-war Britain. Selvon's work often explores themes of identity, displacement, and the complexities of urban life. His distinctive narrative style and use of dialect have left a lasting impact on both Caribbean and global literary landscapes.
Is just two kinds of West Indian: them who trying to pretend they still know where they come from, and them who trying to pretend they don't know where they come from.
But is too much to study, to concentrate, to even think, with them trains and buses chooking up the place.
Every man want somebody to love him. Well, I'm going to love you, Bredren. Like how nobody ain't love you before.
Is only in the movies we have happy ending, you know.
Sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying, you know.
You know what the trouble here is, with all of us: we are too frighten wild. Is the first thing people know about us, that we frighten mother-arse wild.
But lately I notice so much new thing happening that I guess the place change.
You know the fake stuff, like how they always tell you life is not like a storybook. And it is not, but it could be.
Her mother dead, her father dead, her husband dead, her brother dead. The man she loved dead, the yard she live in dead. Dead, dead, dead!
Is only the girls who coming. Every man beleaguered.
You know what is the mark of a wise man, Galahad? That he never become disillusioned with things, because things never have too much value anyway.
If you drop that blow, is better to bend down and pick it up. This life not easy Eddie, nothing easy.