Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 78: The Road to Belize City/ Belmopan."
THE ROAD TO BELIZE CITY, new Belmopan, took me LONGER than I thought; a byway ravaged by CONQUISTADOR-COCOA-COLA swordsmen, EMPORERS from the USA-NORTH? 100 pick up trucks passed my hitch-hiking thumb?
I prettied the "landscape" in my INTELLIGENCE, little that I had? I HUMMED drum-based BEAT, shook the Shake-Rattle in my SINEW as I TREKKED. I silently sluiced by POLICE checks, carrying a mango or 2?...BEAT got me through?
I walked a HUNDRED MILES to BZ Cap, Belmopan City to see THE FAT living in opulent offices, shaking hands/being photographed with the OBEI, the "witch-dang" from which NO SOUL can ever return? A wilderness of smiling, photographic TEETH of greed?
I had a few dozen BZ Dollars. My Sandals were a scandal. Yet I asked for no assistance. BURRITOES & GRIT were my VALUES. BZ road travelers got me home? The ONE Highway!
It broke my heart when, eventually, I returned to my North Belizean village and I looked their FUTURE in their eyes, made WORDS and gave a blank stare?
Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, 2021. Corozal-Belize.
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