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Already three hundred and sixty-five days,

Is it really the end, I’m in  amaze.

And you wonder why I’m running away,

Desperately from twenty fourteen today,

I’m experiencing New Year phobia;

Scared of another year terrible fever.

Since 2013 brought on so much chaos in my life,

I lost my job, my house and a bill of divorcement from my wife.

So for dear life, I’m running scared,

And not letting go of 2013 I won’t even dared.

2013 is truly fast flying,

 And so am I, right behind him.

I’m done with the misery and done with the tears,

As old folks say, worst is behind the coming years!


Friends! Get you early edition of “The Four-Eyed Boy” children’s book by yours truly Ann Marie McKenzie, now at Tate Publishing website below.

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This is a true story and many persons who were grandparents’ pets can relate. You know grandparents always have an extra special love for their grandchildren and when a grandchild came out good to them; he’s like his grandparents eyeball. 

The Story

Old folks are habitual early birds especially the seasoned country people.  Ray’s grandmother Ermine was no different. She was a determined and strong-willed old woman who practically raised him single-handedly. Her daughter had died during child’s birth and back then unfortunately baby fathers were usually absent.

Ray had grown up to be a sound minded and ambitious country bumpkin that did well at fulfilling his dreams of growing up fast, leaving the dull country life behind and becoming a police detective in the big bright city. He landed an uptown office job with the Special Branch Police Department, working on top cases and mingling with the rich and the famous.

Ray was basking in his dream life, had a nice house, a nice car and great friends. Later he met and proposed to the sophisticated and educated Pamela Inswood who was a teller at the uptown commercial bank.  Things were going fine and Ray visited his old granny often in the country, making sure she was taken care of and contented.

Ermine adored her beautiful grand-daughter in-law and was bursting with pride and joy over the announcement of the wedding. She was very proud of her grandson and she often reflected back on how they had nothing and had endured a life of hardship and what they had now, was a blessing from God. Her previous little shack was now a decent house in the little district of Red Ground and the residents loved and respected her for her strength and Godliness.

A month before the big day Ray sent her an official wedding invitation. The event would be held in an upscale community at the luxurious top-of-the-line Golden Dragon Restaurant which was catering strictly for sixty guests.The kind of wedding Pamela wanted was costly and almost consumed all of Ray’s hard earned savings, nevertheless he was contented with his decisions and wouldn’t want things any other way.

Half hour before the nuptials Ray, his best man and groomsmen were immaculately dressed and chilling in a private lounge at the prestigious restaurant when he got a phone call that immediately changed his mood. He felt a burden and his chest tightened. He was agitated and tried to hide his shock. Nonetheless his best friend since police training school and now best man knew something was wrong. Ray immediately excused himself from the group and hurried outside with Kirk behind in his wake. On their short walk out to the parking lot, Ray was almost speechless and could barely stutter out what had happened. It just didn’t make sense and he was appalled and shocked out of his wits.

Ray’s granny had turned up at his wedding with a bus load of uninvited country folks, most of who knew him since he was a boy in Red Ground. Apparently with one invitation Ermine rounded up the entire district, hired a humongous bus and brought them all to the city at his private wedding. How could she do such a thing and what was he going to do now?  The wedding was a catered affair. He could strangle the daylight out of his old granny for being so thoughtless. He was weak to the knees from disbelief and felt like collapsing to the ground. Ray’s mind went blank by anger and confusion and he gasped at the sight of the old dented country bus, lopsided and hideous as it sat in the parking lot against a line of the most posh vehicles in the city.

Ray’s brows tightened, God his biggest day was going to be his worst embarrassment; a disaster. His heart raced with confusion and distress as he walked up to them. The bus was ugly and dusty from the long journey and the tires had dark red dirt set in their grooves. Ray shook his head and felt insulted by it all. Probably it was raining in Red Ground when they had left this morning. The journey into the city was usually over two hours.

He made a good face greeting and hugging back as his country folks filed out one by one bursting with happiness, as they congratulated and hugged him. They were dressed in all sorts of colors that didn’t blend in with the wedding color scheme. They were the most outdated and hideous fashions he had ever seen. Ray was uncomfortable and Pamela was going to have an ulcer when she finds out, he decided, silently and slowly going on a verge of insanity.

The old women of Red Ground pride themselves in wig wearing and God knows he wasn’t being callous or critical but the ones he noticed could do well with some oil sheen, scissors trimming and proper grooming. They were definitely going to attract all the attention at the wedding. Wrinkled old faces showed off heavy Angel Face powder makeup that made them appeared ghostlike. Ray stood in a daze as he mechanically hugged and fixed a smile while the ecstatic group cramped and stifled him with their unsettling presence and mixed fragrances.

Several minutes later Ray’s mind snapped back to reality. His chest was pounding hard, he had to do something fast so he told them to sit tight in the bus and he’d send an usher to get them assigned to their seats as soon as possible and he rushed to rectify the growing chaos. It was an impossible task but he had to do something to repair the damage. Country folks don’t blend in well with city crowd and he was in great anticipation about the inevitable. This was going to cost him both money he didn’t have and worst the embarrassment and to make such a drastic change at such short notice gave him a headache. Kirk offered to help with a loan which he unwillingly accepted. “Thank God they were half an hour early.” Ray breathe a laboring sigh after his brain racking consultation with the wedding caterers ad planners. The price and pressure to facilitate the adjustment almost gave him a heart attack  and he was going to be broke and mad with his old granny for a very long time. END






Publisher: Tate Publishing and Enterprises LLC.



Hi Friends! I’m the Author of children’s book, ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’, from the genre for middle readers and juveniles between 6-15 years-old. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme focus. The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone who read the book, especially our children.

The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists, this book is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.

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About the book

The tale is about a kind-hearted boy, who migrated from his comfortable city lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part of the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The surprising outcome. Did fate play a part?

This is an incredible story; a powerful lesson learnt…The book is simply “unputdownable” says young scientist Tiffany Thompson.

I created an anti-bullying ‘catch phrase’ that goes with the theme of the novel. This is a great phase to learn especially if you and your children want to see the end of bullying or if you were ever a victim of this type of abuse.


Several T-Shirts (picture depicted below) will be given away to kids and adults who are able to answer some facts about the book at the Pre-Release book signing event, among other cool souvenirs such as bookmarks, pictures, postcards etc. This launch will also feature, Live video, interviews, prizes and surprises ALL ARE INVITED!! (Pre-Release Book Launch Date to be announced)

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children’s book

(Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Bullying.)


By: Tate Publishing

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 ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’ was created from the genre for middle readers. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme.

The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone especially our children; as the popular proverb says, “Early start, sure foundation.”

The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from out of the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, and  bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists. This book is about forgiveness, triumph and change and is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.


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About the story

Roger, a kind-hearted city boy migrated from his comfortable lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part on the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The shocking conclusion. Did fate play a part?

This book is “unputdownable” says scientist Tiffany Thompson.

The book’s Catch Phrase’ that goes with the theme.



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ann marie mckenzie

(A poem of the reflection on a time in my childhood life.)

I wish, oh I wish for impossible things,

A certain simple happiness that childhood often brings.

first off  I wished we had a kitchen,

like some friends, I usually went visiting.

And used to torment myself with hoping we’d get a sofa,

to replace the creaking patio chair we had in that area.

Oh our tiny chapel looking house was just fragments,

of this and that; of people’s once upon a time convenience.

A comfort they’d out grown,

out-of-dated pieces, almost now unknown.


I wished my dad had loved us,

And wished we hadn’t caused him such disgust.

To him we were a burden of grief,

So he stayed away to find relief,

of the idea he had no children or wife,

and that he led a splendid single life.


I wished my mother didn’t have to starve to death,

At meal times when there’s not much left.

She’d make one scrambled egg go eight times around,

with golf ball Johnny cakes, she sometimes wear a frown.


Well, we had a small Formica dining table,

One of the few pieces we were able,

to own and a box spring single bed for the boys,

us girls, coir mattress twin bed was a joy.


But I mostly, terribly wished we had a TV,

to watched ‘The Little House on The Prairie’,

and ‘The Six Million Dollar Man’ on Friday nights some.

Oh it was exultingly hard; kind of bitter-sweet fun,


to watch the show from outside the neighbor’s window sill,

on those between moon nights, at times in the after rain chill.

And on the cliff hanger, we’d rushed on home,

filled with excitement, but glad it was done.


Because as soon we fled the night street,

We’d sneaked under hole riddled beds sheet,

and better be quiet or less we’d be caught,

but in good spirit, we can’t wait for  next week’s part.


I wished we didn’t have to walk,

one long mile and a half.

To fetch water, carrying on our heads,

In five gallon white paint buckets on makeshift Kata beds,


And wished we didn’t have to wake in the wee hours of the morning,

to gather fire woods and prepare it for makeshift stove burning,

then mother would do all the rest,

and make, to us, the finest breakfast.


I wished we didn’t stay so long in church on a typical Sunday,

as we’d have to walk two miles to school early  start Monday.

I wished we had time to play more last lick and hide and seek,

and dolly houses and not seen as the neighborhood freaks.

and wished we’d wear more better looking clothes,

instead of those off sizes foreign outdated church relief hand me downs.


I wished my dad had supported me,

rather than spend his money on my mother’s matey.

And wished he’d paid my brilliant brain big sister’s exam fee,

So she could advance to college in the city.


I really wished he hadn’t move to Kingston,

leaving us and mother, abandoned.

And wished my mother was a nurse,

as she told us she was studying the course.

But after she’d married my dad,

She could no more afford to, life was bad.


I used to wish I was rich like some kids at my school.

They had nice things, trendy bag pack and shoes that rule,

And lots of lunch money to show off with and spend.

Oh our poverty life knows no end.


I wished my mother hadn’t drag me along,

when she couldn’t manage the days’ work on some,

of the times when the washing job got too hard,

and her arthritis hands and whitlow fingers swelled and hurt bad.


And I just wished I could dismissed the feelings I had,

of shame, inferiority, eternal poorness, degradation, that made me so sad.

I wished I didn’t have to tell my childhood story to you so raw,

But I think after so long ago, I feel somewhat thaw.