Introducing: My (haiku’d) friends.
Because everyone else is doing it, and I was once a lemming (big love to William’s 12).
who all Jamaican men adore,
but, we love her more.
(Brie is so sweetly smart. I learn so much from her everyday).
upbeat, and still going strong.
He makes us giggle.
(Listening to one of John’s long rambles is a gift. The laughter he creates lingers and lifts our drooping energy for the rest of the day).
due to hidden vibrators.
She is well-prepared.
(My PC bestie. We basically are the same person except for the fact that we are complete opposites).
Hipster chic chickie–
this girl is one hot ticket.
I want her dumplings.
(OK… I don’t want her “dumplings” but I do want her peanut butter dumplings with a little (lot) bit of freshly roasted coffee on the side. MmmMmm good).
cannot be named for Kyle,
despite what he claims.
(Kyle brought his baseball glove with him to Jamaica because I asked if anyone wanted to play catch. Pretty stellar in my book).
Not just a frat boy,
this man also talks to goats
and prays like a pro.
(I’m a big fan of Mark, mainly because he surprises me on daily basis).
could never be blue due to
our main man, cool Dan.
(We love Dan. He has been on island for 10 years and has so many valuable experiences that he loves to share with us. He gets us energized, surprises us with early morning patties on Saturdays, and has the cutest little girl in all of Jamaica).
Our fearless leader!
What would we do without her?
(Probably hug trees).
(GI82 is the luckiest of all the hubs because Anika is the best Program Training Specialist we could ever imagine. Word.)
Yes. That is her name.
And what a name it is for her–
a person with heart.
(Love is phenomenally sassy, smart, and so caring. Shi a help us silly Mericans learn di patwa. Shi doan laugh much whe wi twang. Shi one awesome ooman).
The Man in WoFo!
We go to him with questions
(Robert is our resident Woodfordian. He is a community service all-star in the community, and basically knows everything there is to know about Woodford).
“But Val,” you might remark, “your silly little haikus don’t tell us much about your friends!” You, dear home loves, would be correct. Yet, GI82 is such a quirky hodgepodge of people. How else should I describe each of these extraordinary folks but to limit myself to 17 syllables? My lovely friends are so much more than their teeny, tiny (not-so) poetic summaries, but to attempt a full illustration of them would result in a mere caricature anyway.
A final 17 syllables to close:
Is one lucky girl
to have such rock stars with her
on this small island.