Abraham Ali, cocoa estate worker holding a gun which was used in hunting unwanted animals on the plantations. He is standing in front of a typical style house.
One memory at nine years old involved being bitten while playing in the overgrown savannah grass and being carried over two miles to the doctor on a hammock made with a cocoa bag and a bamboo stick passing between it, that a labourer cut from a patch. Two men carried him on their shoulders and when they grew tired, another two helped.
The terrain was hilly and the journey back was the same, but he said the men were joyful to see he was recovering from what was a coral snake bite.
He wrote about families being separated upon arrival to Trinidad, and “jahajis” could not be maintained, as only the wealthy could afford transportation by mule.
Cocoa plantation life defined families, mine included. Gran Couva is where my father was born and to this day, cocoa conjures reminiscent stories.
Memories like these reverberate through generations of East Indian families.
It is the story of hardship, fortitude and stoicism.
As I enjoy this chocolate bar, it symbolises how far the journey has come.
I’m grateful that my ancestors courageously came to Trinidad 175 years ago and made a stamp on our history.
Their legacies are still alive for me to appreciate and stand upon.
Their enduring struggles and sacrifices contributed to the abundant life we live today.
Artisan Trinidadian chocolates made with cocoa beans sourced from the oldest cocoa plantations on the island.