This piece is not meant to solve the puzzle that is the West Indies and the West Indian consciousness. Rather, it attempts to identify the pieces of the complex cultural jigsaw of the place and its people, those that were forcibly brought and who came often under false promises. This paper reaches back imaginatively to those who were our ancestors; it imagines what they thought and think, long gone as they are, remaining as they do. Taken as a whole, this piece attempts to show to us who we were and who we are, what we were and what we are. Is demonstrates that our outer initial separate plurality has become our heterogeneous inner singularity.