Tag Archives: Roger Bonair-Agard

Ah comin home. Not in a ‘ask for special permission for the border to re-open for me’ kinda way; but ah coming home, the way I have come home again and again over the last 33 years, to beg ah underscoring of meh life as Trinidadian—verification for all the ‘nansi …

Performance poet Roger Bonair-Agard who, as a teenager in the 1980’s, took football to be life, “saw” the November 19 match through a haze sitting in a Flatbush bar and recently sat down in a New York apartment to recreate the entire event for Wired868 in the first installment of our …

I was, as a young boy, obsessed with cricket. Up until age nine, I was still an only child and had learned to occupy myself for hours on end by imagining entire Test series played out in the backyard of my grandparents’ house.  I knew by heart the rosters and …