A VIGNETTE ON DISCOVERING NIETZCHE.
I don’t remember my age then, making a guess I would say I was perhaps 24 years young. My current admirer at that time, invited me to his home in the hills of St. Andrew set among big leafy banana trees, trees with ripening cocoa pods, a scattering of coffee trees, yam mounds, and mango trees. Quite a random farm he said it was. But oh, the beauty of the landscape framing the city of Kingston at the foot of…