April 18 – 20.
It is time to party Family Island style in the Bahamas! Down the street from our marina we can hear dance music booming out over a loud speaker. Itâ€™s the rhythm of Biminiâ€™s Homecoming celebration. Bahamians from all over this multitudinous island nation have returned home, swelling this small isleâ€™s population for a weekend of eating, drinking, dancing, and re-twining the bonds of friendship and family.
Homecomings are celebrated throughout the year in different settlements all over the Bahamas with food, music, Junkanoo, and sometimes a regatta. It is an annual event where Bahamians who have left their hometowns for Nassau or other big cities return home and reconnect with those they left behind and others who also left to find their fortunes elsewhere.
When we arrived at the festival grounds Friday evening the MC was on stage getting the crowd warmed up. He rattled off all of the islands that people had journeyed from to be at the festival and he may have said that Bimini was also hosting a guest from Atlanta, but he was hard to understand. I looked for John Lewis, but didnâ€™t spot him or any other Atlanta notables. After describing Bimini as the closest Bahamian island to the â€œgreat United Statesâ€ the national anthem â€“ the American National Anthem â€“ was sung. They love Americans here. Martin Luther King wrote his noble prize acceptance speech in Bimini and Hemmingway lived on the island for a few years. The Bahamian national anthem followed, sung a cappella by a young girl. Greg noted the contrast to our national anthem, with the emphasis of â€œlove and unityâ€ instead of â€œbombs bursting in air.â€
Next a comedian told jokes and reminisced about growing up in Bimini. He touted the main attraction, a singer named Stileet from Inagua, throughout his act. The crowd was geared up. It was time for the music. Stileet! But, no Stileet appeared. The comedian stalled, he invited children up on the stage to dance, interviewed visitors from other countries and held impromptu contests. We waited. Then finally with no fanfare (maybe I wasnâ€™t paying attention) a guy gets up on stage and starts to sing. Was this the guy? I wasnâ€™t sure, but I was sure I was disappointed after such a long wait. Stileet was not my thing. It had been a long day anyways, and it was time for us to finally get some sleep.
The Royal Bahamian Police Force Band and Junkanoo were scheduled for the next day. We were told this was the big day! We didnâ€™t want to miss the Police Force Band so we asked around as to what time they would be performing. Evening was the best response we could get. We didnâ€™t want to hang out at the festival grounds all day so we decided to head back to the boat and come back out later. After dinner, as we relaxed on Blue Wing, with music from the festival grounds blaring in the background, when we noticed the tunes suddenly stop. Then came the yelling. Oh! Itâ€™s the MC. We got it. The entertainment starts when the yelling starts! We headed for the festival grounds.
The MC bantered with the crowd, stopped passing cars and generally made a spectacle of himself in the middle of the street. He announced that the Police Force Band would be starting at 8:00 sharp. Sharp? Really? Yes, this is the Royal Bahamas Police Force Band and these men and women are sharp! They marched down the street in crisp uniforms of white jackets, dark pants and pith helmets all trimmed in red. They didnâ€™t miss a step and their regimental footsteps were always in time. Theyâ€™d play a traditional sounding triumphant marching tune followed by a something more jazzy or lilting in a brassy way with a calypso influence. Then the marchers would break out of their more traditional routine with funky soulful shuffles and hip twisting low squats low to the ground, James Brown meets the Queenâ€™s Guard. The crowd ate it up!
Next up was the Rake and Scrape crooner Geno D. He sung a mix of classic American Motown and oldies and Bahamian originals. Although he preformed a few songs on the stage, most of the time he was down in the crowd where the energy was and where some of our fellow cruisers were tearing up the dance floor. The crowd cried for several encores and when he asked if they wanted to hear more American songs or Bahamian, the answer was unanimous, â€œmore Bahamian!â€
The night ended with the frenzy of Junkanoo, a colorful street parade of costumed revelers dancing to the rhythms of cowbells, goatskin drums, and whistles, accompanied by brass instruments. I think the pictures can describe the scene better than I can.
The next morning, Easter Sunday, we were awoken to a rambling sermon coming from the festival grounds over the loud speaker. If Bimini was dead from the party the night before, they were now resurrected. After talking to a local a few days later, we got the impression that maybe our Sunday morning wake up was not another facet of the festival, but eccentricity of a local character.
Sunday, the last day of the festival, there was a party on the beach in the afternoon. But with the beach on the other side of the island we couldnâ€™t hear the sound of music or yelling to lure us from the quiet of Blue Wing. We were partied out, but jazzed up with the verve and spirit of Bimini and the Bahamas.