Ravi the Unknown Prince Read Online Free

Atlantic Ocean meets with the Berbice River. The oil tankers and cargo ships would avoid crossing that stretch of water.
    One afternoon I was on the ferry crossing at New Amsterdam, two men were in a boat, they lost their paddle.
    One of them jumped in to retrieve it, but could not swim against the dangerous tide; he went down a few times and never surfaced again. The ferry released a rescue boat for the other man.
    That afternoon the tide was out and the sea was calm, with a gentle breeze blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean.
    Sea birds were flying over head and some were busy feeding in the muddy waters at the outgoing tide.
    By 3pm the tide would return again, and this whole process would continue as it has been since the beginning of time.
    It remains a mystery to watch these daily phenomena which took place on a regular basis.
    Two months later, and my passport arrived everything worked at a slower pace out-here.
    The following week, Ismael, his wife Maymun, son Harun, daughter Asma and I left early one morning for Georgetown the capital for our Visa to America.
    The taxi driver was a local man and we all knew him, he told us that recently many people he took for a visa were turned down.
    They told him that there were a couple of people who were very difficult when interviewing them.
    One was a white man and the other a mixed race woman. ‘Pray you don’t get them brother Ismael’ he remarked.
    Our journey took us two hours, on arrival we had to wait in a queue to get a number.
    The people who were sitting there were all seeking a Visa for America or to the United Kingdom.
    Many were leaving disappointed, while others were smiling, the looks on their faces could tell their story.
    I was wondering what our out-come might be, would we be leaving smiling, or despondent.
    When it was lunch time and all the interviewing staff left, Ismael decided we should all go somewhere for lunch.
    As we were not familiar with the city he asked an elderly passer-by where to find a good restaurant.
    He gave us some directions to Aladdin’s Cave restaurant. He said good food, good host the best; Ismael thanked the old man.
    As we all continued to walk, he told us that we should never asked a young person if ever we get lost or in a strange city.
    They will most likely take you some-where and rob you. It happened to people he knew he told us.
    We were country folks coming to town he said. They can spot us a mile away. Don’t trust anyone especially in this capital.
    He was giving us good sound advice and I appreciated it, but we were all laughing at the way he came across with his words.
    When we got to the restaurant he ordered, rice with baked and steamed fish and salad for all of us, the dessert and drinks we chose ourselves.
    On the menu there was chicken and mutton, but he did not order those dishes. I had eaten so many fish they were coming out of my ears.
    Out of curiosity I said, “Uncle Ismael why did you not order any meat dishes.”
    He remarked, “We Muslims only eat Halal meat, our animal must be slaughtered in a different way, my son, and I did not want to ask any questions because they would not speak the truth.
    They are only interested in our money, especially us country people; they can tell by the way we speak.”
    Ismael seems a good and trustworthy man, from my limited knowledge of people.
    During our meal, Harun said, that if he knew that Miss Price was giving private tuition to school leavers, he would have joined me.
    Asma then asked, “How many of you were in her class, and how much did you had to pay?”
    I wished she had not asked me that question, now I was compelled to answer her.
    “There were two others and myself,” I answered “one boy and a girl, both black. I do not know what they paid, but I bartered with food for some of her text books.”
    I had done most of the work myself. I only saw Miss Price when I could not fully understand an equation in mathematics.
    After I had left school, one day I met