My love for classic children’s books saw me on hands and knees, begging the pixies and goblins to come out from beneath the startled grass in my grandparents’ garden. Back then, my home in the tiny village of Mayaro, on the Caribbean island of Trinidad and Tobago, held all the world’s mystique.
At the age of 21, I moved to New York to study dance at the Alvin Ailey American Dance Centre and the Martha Graham School of Contemporary Dance. Waiting tables, working as a model for art students, performing at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem with the Ailey Company, sighting then screaming at Wesley Snipes at Café Wha? in the Village, listening to Wynton Marsalis at a tiny jazz café somewhere on West 23rd, were some of the best memories of the 90s for me. During this time I wrote long letters to my dad, back when people still used pens, writing paper and stamps. He told my mom what a good writer he thought I was.
Intent on making stronger social statements with my life I moved to London at the age of 25 to pursue my Bachelors and Masters degree in Development Studies at the London School of Economics and Political Science. I moved to South Africa in 2002 and became a development consultant and writer in the non-profit sector.
I began writing fiction in 2008.
I’m ecstatic to be working on the final draft of my first full-length novel.