Engulfed

Dear all readers,

Happy Honduran Father’s Day to all fathers first of all. They play a big part in us being here. Even though I’m not a dad yet (much to Pam’s frustration), I am often called Papi Chulo or Papasito (by Pamela) which meant I was given some cake from work. But moreso, a special great big thank you to my dad who has helping me a great deal of late.

Secondly, I’ve not been able to tell you about the weekend’s events in Omoa but I hope to soon. I have a lot to do for immigration an residence which is a great stress, but there is one clever way of getting everything done with a smile on your face, and that is by adopting the philosophy of the following Irish proverb (a belated St. Paddies Day tribute to family and friends):

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I have also been busy at work, as always. I have had a couple of projects on my plate which have swallowed a lot of my attention. One of which is advertising a book via creating a video. We’ve not filmed it yet, but I’ve written it, it’s the silent movie genre and it’s about punctuation. I wrote it and like it. Let’s just hope the kids do.

When I was coming home from work today, I had a nice little opportunistic photo. Don’t ask me why, but I associate it with Honduras and Latin America so much. Maybe it’s for the Catracho ability to entertain, do what they can to get by, or that passion/craziness/bravery gene pulsing through their veins. The reality is that the two lads live in poverty and that side of the coin should not, even though it often is, be ignored. I took this picture in a taxi today. It just reminds me how much I enjoy being here.

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My American friend Marie is leaving Honduras soon, which made me feel quite sad. For what she lacks in height she makes up for with a fierce personality which I personally think is brilliant. Even though we’ve not been in much contact of late, we’ve been through a fair bit together with Academia Europea and the weird Texan business. She has a strong personality and I’ll miss her. She told me that she likes reading my love poetry, which I find a great stress release. I wrote it for Pamela, but it’s also for Marie, just to put a smile on her face.

Engulfed

We sit engulfed into the sofa,
Our lips like our hands locked together,
Smiling like the happy idiots that we are,
Laughing off the stresses of heavy weather.

The love I feel for you cannot be equalled,
The emotions that stir cannot stop swirling,
The grip, the kiss, the pulse,
Makes the candle within me keep burning.

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About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and get out of my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you will find on this blog, as well as a lot of information about Honduras. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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