Growing up on the All Saints rd seemed to shape the rest of our lives and its a story that needs to be told.
When I did eventually walk onto the All Saints Road, it was to purchase some fried dumplings, I saw men who didn’t look like they were trying twice as hard to get somewhere in life like my father had advised. These men wore shiny suits, shiny shoes and had gold jewelry dripping around their necks, on their wrists and on their fingers too. Women looked at them with beaming smiles and a glint in their eyes. The cars parked on the road had invitingly crisp leather seats shinning in the sun, I looked around totally mesmerized by what I was witnessing. I had never seen a group of Black men gathered like this before anywhere else in my life, and I wanted to know more. I wanted to know where they worked, what they did and where they lived…I wanted answers to all these questions.