It’s none of Nassau’s famous beaches for me. I preferred marching bands walking through town on Sunday morning, followed by the church congregation. God under the sun! But the white people, who introduced the Bible, have disappeared.
Big mamas wear their best dresses out of respect for the marching band, and belief in contact with heaven. On gospel day, everybody is into the Lord. I felt like joining the march, out of curiosity. Who knows, I thought, I might get into the religious spirit myself?