A few days ago, Trinidad Express published a front-page featured article titled “LET’S DO IT”, detailing Prime Minister Dr Keith Rowley’s new plan to rejuvenate Port-of-Spain. This would be the 17th plan since 1968 to develop and improve our capital city.
Port-of-Spain has been our capital since 1757. It’s our second-largest city and a regional hub of administration, retail, and banking. Over the centuries, it has expanded in every direction, terraforming the natural landscape. The city has cleared mangroves, reclaimed land from the sea, and diverted St Ann’s River, all in a quest for greater development.
What makes an artist?
According to eighteen-year-old paintbender Kayla Alexander, an artist is anyone who takes conscious action to create something. Although she acknowledges that some may be elevated by privilege, dedication, luck, or talent, Kayla stands firm in her belief that we are all artists, no matter our medium.
Over the past few years, thousands of women have gone missing or been killed in Trinidad & Tobago. This year, so far, 745 people have gone missing, and 416 have been women. Forty-six women have been killed, with 22 of them being domestic violence-related attacks. Roughly one-third of women in our country have faced physical and/or sexual intimate partner violence over their lifetime, and nearly 1 in 5 women has faced sexual violence from non-partners in their lifetime (source). Words cannot describe my feelings at this moment. Not even the bowels of hell could contain my wrath right now.
Culture, Progress, and T&T🇹🇹
I’ve always felt a bit disconnected from my Trinbagonian culture.
From a very young age, I was told many negative things about various aspects of it. Although I grew up and still live in Diego Martin, there were a lot of quintessential Trini experiences that I missed out on.
I still haven’t been to Panorama or walked with a Moko Jumbie. I haven’t seen a blue devil spit fire or a Calypsonian do the same. I may know some of the classic soca tunes, but hearing them was purely incidental for me.
My Christian environment sheltered…
If Camryn Ranjitsingh had her way, we would have met in a coffee shop and chatted for hours. It’s one of her favourite places to be, and I can see why. The vibe is immaculate. Thanks to the pandemic, however, that won’t be happening anytime soon.
Despite these uncertain times, we met on Zoom one rainy Saturday afternoon for a three-hour-long conversation about art, society, and food combinations.
The sixteen-year-old visionary, known on Instagram as @camrynxiv, has only just begun her journey into the realm of visual arts. Yet her eagerness and talent are apparent even now.
Perhaps her name…
Power went twice yesterday, so I had the free time and peace of mind to do some reflection. I don’t get much quiet, especially lately, but I’m still grateful. My busyness has meaning to me.
In my gratitude, I realized that I’m responsible for the position I’m in. I’m sure that sounds obvious, but I hadn’t recognized it before. I am where I am because I took control of my destiny.
When I want something, I go for it.
I’m in a loving relationship because I made the first move. I have international pen pals because I took the chance…
I don’t think we know how to be ourselves.
Not really at least. Society pushes one idea on us and our social groups push another. We’re crushed by the weight of expectations and demands. But who am I? Who are you?
I was looking at a small flock of blackbirds the other day as they hunted for bugs and worms on my freshly-cut lawn. They eyed me cautiously as they searched. Some sat on the fence, keeping watch as others foraged. When I stood, they all flew up and perched on the fence, watching my every move. I couldn’t blame…
What do you seek?
In our trip from the nursery to the crematorium, we’re faced with many choices. Many people. Many ideologies. Many paths and outcomes. It feels like it’s becoming more and more difficult to navigate our ever-complicating world.
We say “communication is key”, but we do we get it? Is it that simple?
It can be. We can learn to live and love far more deftly once we kill our fear.
Recently, at least five homeless people were issued fines by the TTPS for failing to wear masks in public. Not long after the story broke, social media was rightfully incensed by the callous treatment of the least fortunate in our society.
This isn’t the first police-related incident in recent times that has had the internet aflame. For the past few days, the nationwide discussion has centred the unequal treatment of the “Bayside partygoers” and the “Sea Lots zessers”.
When the police raided the party in Sea Lots, people were lined up, arrested, and filmed. Their pictures and apology were publicized…
Look at the way that society treats young people, both children and young adults. We’re disrespected, disregarded, and disdained. No one listens to us. No one pays attention to us. Clearly, no one cares about our future.
Ageism is one of the most rampant, yet least spoken of, forms of prejudice in our society. The prejudice against and discrimination of people based on their age may not be as big a problem as capitalism. But we’re going to need to address our ongoing and systemic domination of the youth eventually.
In our society, the youth and the elderly are institutionalized…
I’m a writer of words, an artist of arts, and a thinker of thoughts. Founder of Saint Who and Andrewism. Follow me on Twitter @_saintdrew.