Fresh from Jamaica into the lap of the Motherland, Emily Thompson, Rose to her friends, would long time walk on water for a new, a better, life. Rose no bother learn the national anthem but they still let her in. Hard work awaits her in this rich man’s country; not only must she scrape together the money for a new start for her children, but she must also come to terms with this unknown phenomenon, di Hinglish dem.
James Dunbar. Jack is what he answers to. Red hair, blue eyes. Rose think him look like a fish. In his ordinary life Jack lives on the seventh floor with a wife who cleans spud juice from her fingernails with a knife. So, the streets of London are paved with gold? Yeah, and the other one’s got bells on. It’s not all bad, though. Jack has developed a soft spot for his Jamaican pals down at the docks. And for one Jamaican woman in particular.
London 1960s. They happen to meet at a bus-stop, Rose and Jack. Encounters which do seem to contain a glint of that something better they are both looking for, if only they had the courage to reach out and touch it…
Everyting gonna be alright?
If you like historical novels with a splash of something quite unique: Long Time Walk on Water. This reggae-type experience told with pride, poise, humour and grace will have you shouting about it from the rooftop.