© Stephanie Jeannot
They called it the land of many mountains, the land called Ayiti
discovered by the Taino Arawaks in 400 A.D.
They say Pic La Salle is the highest peek. It stands about 9,000 feet
It’s a part of the Chain de La Salle Mountians in that land called Haiti.
What I like most are the waterfalls in the area known as Saut D’eau.
Sau’t means fall and D’eau means water in the Kreyol language us Haitians talk.
I love this land of mine in which I was born; it’s my father’s land.
If I could I’d show my love for this country with the music of a Rah Rah band.
I was in Port Au Prince at the time. I am disabled and haven’t walked without a walker in years.
I was laying in bed, it was about 5:00 PM when my house startled and trembled me to fear.
My bed moved from one corner to the other. I heard from my windows cries from afar.
I couldn’t tell if I were dreaming or if it were real until I heard truth from my sister.
I tried to grab a phone to call to my mom. No dial tone to get to her in Saut D’eau
but news radio gives news of an earthquake so strong it murdered people in their own homes.
My family in America tried to reach me. They tried many times to get a hold of me.
The hospital has tumbled down. There’s corpses, debris and broken buildings here all around.
There’s no food, electricity or water. I hear the convent took some nuns, but not my sister.
I finally got in touch with mom; wasn’t so bad where she lives but, the wall of her home did fall.
My sister and brother are now homeless. I got a hold of my family in New York
It took a whole day to get dial tone but what a relief to the fear that they hold.
I never thought something like this could happen but I’ve lived a good life
and I’m thankful, though our terrain still seems to shake and dead bodies seem to pile.
All roads are blocked with fallen homes; even took down the hotel the Clintons honeymooned in.
We call it tremblement; on January 12, 2010 at a 7.0 magnitude, gave the world a shake.
I need a change of scenery than the horrors before my eyes.
I can still hear people from underneath rubble crying to be saved.
Helicopters have landed with food and water but I think I am ready to go somewhere else.
I walked over the footbridge to Santo Domingo. I’m catching the next flight out to the U.S.
The island of Hispaniola had enough of me for now. My mom and I will get some real rest.
I’m looking forward to not having to wake up at 5 AM to run because of another aftershock.
I’ve arrived here in JFK and the change of scenery means a lot.
But I’ll be back because that is my home and I love it.
The lives of so many changed in under ten minutes; this tragic experience, I’ll never forget.