Sattvic Health Tips And Know-Hows

My third book now live online amazon UK and US, createspace etc. Unfortunately, there is no kindle version of this book, as kindle tends to shrink books, which would only misrepresent the hard copy.

Front cover

Everything I know about health, including hidden secrets about food and many health tips, captured in this book. Some simple unique recipes are featured in the second half as well, among other things. Photos and illustrations, throughout. Those who have not seen the previous introduction and sample page, my view below in recent posts. Thank you.

Wishing you good health and well-being. Feel invited to ask any questions regarding the contents.

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Revamp of my first two books

A post of few words, simply to introduce a relaunch of my first two books.

First book jacket     Second book jacket

Inspirational books that leads to self-development, life transformation and healing. Mind, body and spirit, reflection on life, family issues and karma.

Available now on amazon UK and US at cheaper prices. Featured on kindle, createspace and now on extended platforms of online books shops etc.. My third book on health will be out by the end of October. Excerpts/introductions for all three, are found under ‘categories’ or ‘recent posts.’ Will be grateful for any reviews, if you happen to buy one of my books.

Thanks for viewing. Many blessings 🙂

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Introduction to my third book, out soon

Sattvic Health Tips and Know-hows

For Body, Mind, Soul


Firstly, I present the requisite disclaimer in tacit bold letters, that I am not a medical or health professional, as we know it. I am, however, an advocate for healthy lifestyle and therefore what I share in my coming book, are collections of tried and tested home remedies, summaries of advice I’ve received from medical and alternative health professionals and that of my own research spanning well over a two decades. Therefore, this book reflects largely how I live my life and my own personal experience with the contents, having grown up with a lot of things; such that, if there was to be no more internet, medical or health books, I would still be able to draw from my own inner resources, as the knowledge have become a part of me.

The contents doesn’t market products or discount them, but merely strengthening that which people are already aware of, or have walked passed in Ethnic, Asian, Oriental, regular supermarkets and health food shops, but may not know how to benefit from them, ultimately. The adage ‘prevention is better than cure’ is a timeless pocket philosophy, which seems to have lost its value, when practically the whole planet is drowning in a sea of illnesses and dis (eases), attributed a lot to lack of knowledge in how to properly combine foods and live healthy.

Of course, many will frown and say, ‘excuse me, I’m living a healthy life,’ as the default defense mechanism is stimulated, but what does that really mean? One person’s ‘healthy lifestyle,’ may be death on the face of it to another, which makes it a term as meaningful as the word ‘spiritual,’ often used in cases of taking mind-altering substances. Still, people are entirely at liberty to live how they choose to live. I’m not here to judge. We either have a life worth living or live a life worth having. This book is one from which inspiration can be drawn and apply what’s applicable. It surrounds everyday ailments and targets everyday people.

I feel confident to speak on many areas of health, because of my own experiences and results from different treatment protocols, as well as, I come from a family background of productive people, some of whom were medical professionals. With as much deftness and clarity my limited faculties prevails upon me, I present the information which I feel is accessible, without delving into areas that one would otherwise need to be under professional medical guidance.

Utilising my past experience as a qualified Chef, also, I incorporate few references on how to prepare things, germane to diet. This manual contains everything that matters to me and dotted with Vedic references, because I’ve been affiliated with that culture since 1998 and counting. What is your reason for creating this manual?’ someone might ask. Primarily, it is my hope that kindred spirits can gain from any of the contents, which could prevent a mild ailment turning into something more severe. Not least, (having traveled the world extensively in the past and visited countless health and medical practitioners because of my own ill health), I was fortunate to gain a potpourri of knowledge which I believe could help someone.

I feel satisfied that my book differs to others on the market, simply for the fact that it’s diverse in knowledge, which everyone including infants, can benefit from and it’s personalized, as opposed to mere research work on paper. I was encouraged over the years (by people who know  me and those with whom I have shared such knowledge), to make this manual available. But having fallen prey to unbearable distress with my head, so harrowing that it defies death, I didn’t have the motivation or brain power to undertake what presented itself to me, like an invitation to climb Mt. Everest.

In the back of my mind, I thought I would attempt it when I get better, but four years later, I still suffer from an unrelenting problem with my head, which haunts me 24 hours a day without as much as a few seconds break. Only recently, I finally found out by a comprehensive bioresonance test, that I’m afflicted with heavy metal toxemia. Now, I’m on an intensive heavy metal detox programme to eliminate them from every which part of my body they have lodge themselves… the journey continues. Yet, without falling back on the knowledge I’d gained throughout my life, I would be  far worse or perhaps two foot in the grave.

There is a saying ‘don’t put away for tomorrow what is behind you, for you can wake up tomorrow with what’s behind you, in front of you.’ This is in essence, what happened. All the bits and pieces of paper I had jot things down on, over the years, were glaring at me to tidy it all up into this presentation. Though the term ‘physician, heal thyself,’ has sprung to mind on several occasions of my passing on many health tips to others, when ironically, I am not able to cure myself with all the knowledge I’ve accumulated, I’m still convinced that others can make use of it. To me, it’s like writing a will. Just because I’m suffering, doesn’t mean all this knowledge should go to waste. Knowledge is meant to be shared and if this is my little contribution in giving something back, then I will feel I have not come into this world for absolutely no reason and then die uselessly. Had I known what I know now, I might have saved much of my health from deteriorating to the degree it has, now.

Finally, as my last write(ous) words of introduction:

Gone are the days in which we could address general ailments with simple home remedies, having been almost lost like a piece of diamond in snow. Fear has replaced one’s innate sense of judgement, so we now have medical practices and hospitals flooded with a simple cold, because God forbid, it could lead to the ticket to one’s next incarnation. Therefore ‘seek medical advice from your Doctor,’ for everything under the sun, is the pulse of the climate we live in. As a matter of principle, I’m obliged to echo that mood, though I’m not one to subscribe to fear in any shades of grey. Nothing I present in this book, (especially of herbs and supplements) is to replace professional medical advice, if you feel there is something more serious with your health.

Again, whatever I share is from my own experience and what I’ve gathered over the years from health and medical professionals I’ve consulted with. No amount of money can buy back your health when it’s gone. I’m a living testimony to this. Always be mindful of your health and listen to your body. Never neglect its warning signals, as I’m paying for this, bitterly. It’s not totally up to medical advisers to take care of your health; you are. They are only trained so far and will only do so much and I say this without reservation, as when I recently had an in-depth and privately funded bio-resonance done, I finally realized that the so called ‘mental illness’ I was diagnosed with by conventional doctors, was not in fact my condition, but rather something more organic was shown up in my skull.

Use your sense of discretion and spirit of discernment, to take advantage of all the resources at your disposal and maintain your well-being in the best way you can. Mind, Body, Soul; they go hand in hand and even as we are not quintessentially these bodies, we need our body in a healthy condition as our vehicle in which to carry out our respective duties. Not everyone will appreciate the contents of this book, but such is the nature of this world. It is better to do my own duty even imperfectly, than to try to do another’s, perfectly. Not everybody will like a person or what they represent, but we proceed with conviction, because we believe in what we set out to do.

This is my third and perhaps final book; yet, I live in hope. All photos are mine and some of them are from the time, years ago before I fell ill with my head, when I was living in Denmark, attempting to compile a healthy-living cook book. I felt spiritually guided to complete this book, when the words on pages mirrored the whisperings of my heart.

Part 1 talks about health and how to tackle general ailments and Part 2 presents how to do or how to make things related to food, in this book. It’s punctuated with tips throughout and contain hidden secrets about food items and how to combine them properly. With everything and anything from how to successfully detox heavy metal from even the brain, reduce if not get rid of tinnitus, uterine fibroid tumours etc. to how to make things like your own home-made coconut oil, (presented with high quality photos and illustrations), this book promises something for everyone, including infants. It is also composed with a sense of humour. Wishing you good health and well-being.

Please see a sample from the book under ‘Recent Posts’ and for those who are just seeing my site for the first time, you may view my other two books also under ‘Recent Posts.’ The pictures in the sample are not edited but they will be in the final product, at which point I will make another post about it. Thank you…

Wisdom from the Dalai Lama

“Man surprised me most about humanity. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

A sample from my third book


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Ripe bananas                                                Unripe bananas

Bananas are one of the most widely eaten fruits, in my opinion, yet it appears that many people don’t know how to eat them. I’ve seen so much information on bananas and their health benefits, but unless bananas are ripened to the speckled stage in the picture above, they only create problems in the body, especially mucus in the intestines, indigestion and constipation, among a myriad of other ills. Bananas contain tryptophan, one of the twenty amino acids in protein needed as building blocks in the body. The more ripe a banana is and permeated with brown spots, the more tryptophan is present.

Metabolism of tryptophan to serotonin and melatonin: L-tryptophan converts into 5-HTP, which then readily converts into serotonin chemical, the feel-good factor in the brain. Once serotonin neurotransmitter is made, the pineal gland in the brain is able to convert it at night into melatonin, the sleep-inducing hormone. Serotonin starts its process in the gut and walking for up to 20 minutes a day helps in the transaction. A sedentary lifestyle doesn’t help.

Eat a banana a few hours away from your last meal and an hour before sleep, to get a good rest. A ripe banana eaten after meals, soothes an upset stomach of indigestion, acidity etc. Bananas (like organic inulin from chicory), helps to stimulate good bacteria in the gut, (especially after antibiotic treatments) but again, they have to be consumed in their ripened stage, as above. Probiotics, prebiotics and acidophilus do something, but only as a short term remedy. When my uncle (who is also qualified chef and he who initially introduced me to the catering world), recently told me that to this day, ripe bananas are being thrown away in the kitchens he works or has worked in, because they’ve gone speckled, I was astounded.

In my young adult years in my family, nobody eats  bananas unless they are ripened as above. Otherwise, they don’t benefit the body. Yet, on several occasions I’ve witnessed people eating bananas and giving it to young children and infants, when they are unfit to eat. Sometimes so unripe, that the skin breaks in the process of peeling. Such bananas are grainy in the mouth and full of stain. What is the world coming to, when we don’t even know how to properly eat a simple banana? Being pale-yellow and spotless in colour, as we see them in supermarkets, doesn’t mean they are ripe enough to eat. Matter of fact, I was told by a very senior Naturopathic practitioner with decades of experience, that they otherwise also cause or aggravate tinnitus – ringing in the ears. It would be extremely counter-productive for supermarkets to sell bananas or any fruits  in their very ripened state, but it doesn’t mean we can’t bring them home, wrap them in a bit of paper and patiently ripen them ourselves.

Eat foods such as cherries, chickpeas, romaine lettuce, almonds, spirulina, oats, etc. rich in tryptophan to increase serotonin in supporting melatonin, to help with insomnia. Counting sheep, alone, will not do. Rather, you will only lie there, wool-gathering. Rooibos tea selling everywhere, helps to aid sleep and there is a wonderfully clear 5 mins video on this link, which clearly and easily demonstrates how to prepare banana flower below, for eating: It can then be cooked in stews with coconut milk and butter beans to make a tasty dish, just to give you an idea if you ever come across it in Asian food shops

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Very green bananas                                          Banana flower

When I was traveling in India, a wise gentleman said to me to eat cooked green bananas in the photo above, as they are good for the stomach; those very green ones you find outside regular supermarkets. Cut off the top and bottom, boil in water with a squirt of lemon juice and a pinch of salt until the skins split or until they are soft. Mash with butter and enjoy.

Try using a shiatsu massager, especially the type which rolls up and down the subtle  channels of the spine and neck to increase circulation and aid sleep. A little pranayama of anuloma-viloma can help to relax the mind before sleep also. Sit up straight; close the right nostril with right thumb and inhale through left nostril, then immediately close the left nostril with the middle and ring finger and release the right thumb while breathing out. Again breathe in through right nostril then close with right thumb,  releasing the left nostril while breathing out. Repeat the process and continue alternate breathing like this for few minutes and increase daily for up to 5mins. You can do this any time of the day when stressed as well. It balances the left and right hemisphere of the brain and aids with other problems of the mind.

Tip:  For good feng shui, the foot of the bed should not be facing the doorway, as it is very inauspicious and said to almost bring death. It should be positioned so that the feet is stretched towards the right or left of the door.  The rhythm of melatonin production is strengthened by a daily routine of eating and exercising. Vigorous activities, like exercising at night, delays melatonin secretion, but done during the day or better in the morning, helps to regulate melatonin production. Avoid stimulants at night which interferes with melatonin. Light meals at night, or what I call moon foods. Daily place the inside part of banana skins on warts and suspend it with a sticking plaster to watch them go away. Refresh the peels everyday. Much more on sleep in my book out soon and a little addition from it, below.

A homage to the peculiarity of British cuisine

A ‘toad in the hole’ observes  a ‘Welsh rarebit,’ as the stomach ‘bubble and squeak’ for want of food. When a plate of ‘bangers and mash’ arrives, the senses begin ‘singing hinnies,’ so much so that they start to perceive ‘angels on horseback.’ The meal is then relished with a serving of ‘spotted dick,’ and tempered with the ‘flummery’ of a slender ‘bloody Mary,’ in all her ‘knickerbocker glory’ when it’s realized that it was just one of those ‘offal’ days of unrequited ‘love in disguise,’ from a bit of ‘crumpet.’ But all is well that ends well, with a ‘Bakewell tart’ or roll over in shock with a fat ‘roly poly.’ (For those who don’t know, that which is in quotation mark, are names of foods.)

Substantiating the journey of my first two books

I started writing some years back as a therapy, which gradually turned into my first book renamed ‘Assigned From Beyond.’ At the time, I felt like a pregnant mother about to give birth, as it was as though I would explode with the myriad of past impressions, that were haunting my mind like adverts on a film reel. It all descended on me like a burst dam and all I could do, was to keep writing whatever came through and trusting that flow. I didn’t judge myself in the process, as that’s one of the worst things a writer can do. I find that it creates subtle mental blockages. When I satiated all that needed to be expelled from within me, I began to fine tune it all. It was by no means an easy journey, as I was extremely trammeled by various external factors as well.

By the time I reached a place where I was approaching different publishers, who mostly of course,  compensated my painstaking effort with endless rejection letters or exacting fees towards publishing my work, I by then, felled victim to a harrowing problem with my head. This naturally, suspended any further literary engagements for a good few years in which, what I experienced unequaled hell; unable to walk, unable to speak. It didn’t help matters, when in the midst of all this turmoil, my 13 years relationship ended, as my partner walked out on me to find someone else, soon after.

I literally crawled myself back into a state of activity, as my surroundings didn’t allow me to simply get well. Shooting down the moon, I finally ended up composing my second manuscript renamed ‘Fate’s Mantra’ again as a coping mechanism to deal with all the traumas and what wasn’t far from PTSD.

Reliving the past, I attempted several publishers who rewarded me with practically the same responses as I initially encountered with the first manuscript. By this time, I resigned any further endeavours towards the publishing industry, which assumed itself to be Goliath and I, David.

I began to fully concentrate what was left of my debilitated energy into getting well, when finally, I was offered a publishing contract; albeit it wasn’t the type of publisher I had envisioned, which was why a year later, I excused myself from the company and self-published. One has to start from somewhere, even if that place presents itself with attributes that are modest, not to put too fine a point on it. The other option is to keep trying, if you have the mental and physical resources to do so. A fellow writer’s first book was rejected 78 times until he later won a prestigious award, after which his sales rocketed overnight.

Having authored two books under such excruciating and incredulous circumstances, I forgive myself for any imperfections that the reader’s eyes may catch. I had to do it all myself, with limited and challenged faculties. But I did it with the idea, that essence is more important than form, when one is faced with such intractable situations. I did my best and that’s all anyone can do, really. 

Lorem ipsum “Neither is there anyone who loves, pursues or desires pain itself because it is pain”.

My last words for any new writer:

Just take the first step and pen down a few words at a time about what you believe in. Chances are, others will believe in it too. Not everyone will like or compliment your work, as that’s just the nature of the world. You cannot please everyone. Never judge yourself as you are writing. Trust what is coming through, as you can always go back to proofing your work when you’ve completed what you’ve set out to do. Be patient with yourself, because it takes time and perseverance to accomplish anything.

It’s good to have a dream, but keep it realistic. Don’t write to become the next millionaire author, because it’s very unlikely many of us ever will. But simply write because it’s what you love to do. If it’s meant to be published, that will take its own natural course. You just do the work and the rest will unfold in time. When you’ve reached thus far as to start approaching publishers (if you don’t take the self-publishing route), never start doubting your ability to write, because of rejection letters. Try not to take it personal and do remember to inquire if publishers charge an author fee. 

I can’t stress enough to have someone other than yourself, (preferably someone with a good acumen of the English language) looking at your finished draft. You would have to be that exceptional a writer, to spot your own flaws and mistakes. Keep going; you never know where the journey will take you.

All the very best on your journey and wishing you all success 🙂

Please see my post called ‘Thank you all,’ and my other post on writing called ‘writer’s block.’

First book jacket    Second book jacket

Available on amazon dot com, UK and US. Also now on kindle, expanded platforms etc.

– excerpts of each found to the right of my page under ‘Categories’ and an introduction to my completed third book, under ‘recent posts.’ This will be out by the end of September.

My author page on amazon:

An excerpt from ‘Fate’s Mantra.’

An excerpt from chapter 11 below picture…

My second book, now available on amazon UK and US and will be on kindle, expanded platforms etc in a few weeks.

Second book jacket

…We returned to Calcutta from where we got directions, to instead go to Sikkim in the Himalayan mountains, where Tibet borders to the North. We had a temporary stopover in Siliguri at our sister temple, better called a Matha, normally having an āśrama, phonetics Ashram attached, for hosting primarily, monks, though times have changed.

We were already at the foothills of the Himalayas and the gateway to North East India. The Matha was in need of financial support and therefore had little to offer. I was in need of a shower and had to accept pouring water on my body next to the Matha, under a  makeshift shower cabin of aluminium sheets, nailed to erected posts. I was practically starving for want of something proper to eat, but had to eat fruits, as there were no place suited for cooking something hot. The simple food of the Matha was too spicy for my stomach. We had to therefore leave very quickly, the next few days after.

In the hired van to Sikkim, we realised halfway in the journey that the driver had been drinking  alcohol, when the vehicle almost tilted off a baleful cliff, overlooking sharp stones and rocks, lying alongside a river. Sitting in the front of course, my partner could smell the breath of the driver, as he leaned next to him when the van tilted. Furious, he freaked out on the partly inebriated fellow, whose eyes were indeed red from having had however many gulps of alcohol. I started praying for my life, as we couldn’t stop in the middle of nowhere on the mountain to take another transport, which infrequently ran in that direction.

The weather was very chilly when we finally arrived. Although trying to escape the socially depraved areas to be in more mode of goodness and freshness of the Himalayas, where we landed, wasn’t any much better from what we had left behind. Hilly and very wanting, it fell into the same category. We spent the few weeks watching an entertainment network to cope with the uncomfortable coldness, as I continued to get electrical shocks from the immersion heater placed in a bucket  of water to have a shower.

Not every place I had to cook, as when we viewed the kitchen facilities in the Hotel we stayed, like we habitually had to do on previous occasions, it was clean enough to have a hot meal from. Here I learnt about the benefit of LSD, a yoga pose to aid digestion, by lying left-side-down without sleeping, to take the pressure off the liver for twenty minutes after eating. I had a few Sikkimese dresses made and walked about a little in the village, but the excitement being a little too much in such a rainy, damp area, we returned to Calcutta with a much sober driver.

Our next terminus was Jagannātha Puri, on the Bay of Bengal. Sitting by the roadside as we made our way to catch our train, was an elderly Indian gentleman, chanting on his  japa mala and wearing the same neck beads as ours. He called us over to ask who we were and where we were heading off to. He soon revealed that he was a qualified palm reader and subsequently, looked at our palms. He told me to chant more and that we should stay no more than two weeks in Puri. We couldn’t get to ask him why, as our train was about to leave. We gave him some donation and left to catch our ride.

Arriving in Puri dhāma, another holy place, we were greeted with a statement written  on the side of the Hotel we tried to book ourselves into. The ingenious interpretation of  the English vocabulary read, ‘these bicycles, for tourist permission only. If you taking, you will be pay for!!’ Beside which, a security guard in brown uniform stood, wearing  typical flip-flops and holding a stick, watching over the bicycles stacked up against the wall. A case of  ‘if you notice this notice, you will notice that this notice, does not notice you.’ Therefore, why bother noticing, such a notice.

Again, moving from one Hotel to another, because of the uncontrolled speech of my partner, thinking it was his duty to educate others towards the mode of goodness, had us making more enemies than friends. We eventually got a Hotel directly opposite the beach. In one swelter, the forceful waves almost broke my spine and pull me into the ocean.

On another occasion on the same stretch of sand near the beach, I was buying green coconut water, locally called daab. The unsatisfied seller, started chasing me on the beach. Holding a machete in her swarthy skinny hands and looking like a witch, with unkempt  hair swaying in the breeze, she speedily walked towards me, as I was going back to where my partner was basking in the sun. I started running and she too picked up speed after me, until I was rescued by a few English speaking locals who deflected her lunatic advances, shouting at her to go back to her hovel.

Trying to find yet another Hotel from where we were, to be directly on the beach front, I had to avert my eyes from a raunchy couple in a room, a concierge thought was vacant  for us to stay. All three of us, suddenly enveloped in a morally awkward moment, when our six eye balls fell on a tourist, engaging in graphic ‘horizontal jogging.’ The shy concierge could disintegrate into thin air from embarrassment. Nothing sacred anymore in the holy dhāma and practically under the nose of the famous Jagannātha Puri Temple.

It was our sign, or rather mine, to leave at the end of the two weeks warning, that had been playing on my mind, when my partner left me waiting near the main road, under a mango tree to get a transport. Already shell socked as I was, a being, having a distorted face without any hands and only one foot, moved towards me on a crutch. Frightened out of   my wits to see him suddenly appear from nowhere, I almost wet myself. We eventually managed to put some money, afterwards, in his shirt pocket and left…

The synopsis from my first book

My first book renamed ‘Assigned From Beyond’ is my true life story, written in the third person with a sense of humour.It’s about my 18 years growing up in Jamaica and how I perceived life back then. I wrote it for my own therapy and hope that in some way, others can relate to aspects of it. You may view the synopsis here below:

Assigned From Beyond


Unfolding during the early Eighties in a remote village of Jamaica, this true life-story depicts a little girl’s heartfelt dilemma. Out of place and unable to fit in with the too predictable scenario of her friends and family members, Allison, the protagonist, grows introspective and becomes almost autistic.

Interwoven with vividly authentic dialogues, each sequence in this psychological drama is tempered with a sense of humour, satirically shedding light even upon the darkest times in her early life. Instead of the usual joys of childhood, the vulnerable girl is never allowed any time to relax or be playful, but has to satisfy with the void of her longings for a proper human life, continuously bombarded with a huge volume of tasks. Somehow, she manages to keep both her faith and sense of self, in spite of growing up in such an unhealthy atmosphere.

The story strings together a garland of seemingly unrelated incidents of the child’s innumerable calamities, adding to her already strained relationship with the antagonist, her harsh and insensitive father, Frank, who constantly dishes out his corporal punishments, cleverly camouflaged as discipline. With his military background, he carries on an inveterate inheritance of hatred, not just of his family but also toward his own self; gradually manifesting as the adversary of his own daughter on the battlefield called home, wherein his frustrated wife Joan appears to remain distantly involved in the troublesome upbringing of their only daughter.

Allison finds herself drowning in an ocean of suffering, tossed and turned by the forceful waves of woe, made worse by her parents’ lack of care and attention, even to her basic needs. On top of this deprivation, her father seems to go out of his way to impress upon her that, as the only girl in the family she is a most unwelcome burden. Appearing as the black sheep, she feels without hope of ending her destiny of despair, so heavily conditioned by an unfortunate and stigmatising birth.

Stereotyped and enslaved by typical yet unfounded speculations, none of the members of the family help in solidifying her sense of belonging. Impelled from deep within to fulfill the intense yearnings of her heart, she ponders about the quality of her own life and that of other beings; her mind remaining full of questions to which no one, whether young or old, can provide fully satisfying answers. In her personal quest to live in truth, Allison clearly sees through both her immediate and extended family’s mindless following of outdated traditions, based on their more or less conscious choice to misread and misinterpret religious scripture, just to maintain the status quo.

Isolated and devoid of even one true friend, Allison seeks solace in the bosom of Mother Nature, resorting to comfort herself with the company of her pets and other animals with whom she forms deep emotional bonds, sympathetic to the predicament of suffering their karma of captivity.

Impoverished in more ways than one and constantly at loggerheads with each other, her parents fail to notice that their only girl-child is growing up, not just physically but indeed emotionally undernourished. Consequently, when not experiencing a gross type of suffering, Allison is left coldly and plainly ignored. Even when falling prey to numerous illnesses, she knows it is only in a matter of life and death that she will be taken to the local doctors. Up against this mistreatment and faced with an apparently endless stream of adversities, the teenager rapidly runs out of coping skills, reaching the peak of her justified anger.

Wishing to break her mental chains and seriously contemplating to physically reciprocate with her father’s unrighteous ways, the traumatised girl prepares herself to embark upon a courageous journey, to finally leave behind the overgrown wilderness of all that negativity.

Dreaming about escaping to London where her concerned uncle Ivan lives, she hopes against hope that Providence will somehow permit her the escape, as Ivan becomes increasingly aware of her shelterless situation and eventually agrees to sponsor his niece to a new life there.

Eventually, the moment of truth arises, whether Frank has enough sense and parental care to allow the teenager to leave the family behind. Predictably, he maintains his unsympathetic disposition. By the will of Providence, he finally agrees to her needing his urgent cooperation. Spurred on by a rumour that a group of local thugs are planning to molest the young lady by carrying out a gang-rape, Frank makes the necessary arrangements, however grudgingly, for his daughter’s speedy send-off from the tropical island, into a new chapter of her unpredictable life in the United Kingdom.