Sunday, December 10, 2017

Always Trust God and Believe in Yourself

Today I want to take some time to encourage young people especially my younger family members and especially the ones in Montego Bay to keep believing in yourself no matter what your present situation. Your situation does not define who you are. Unless you are born rich, the only way to be successful in life is through hard work. Never trust get rich schemes and fast money. Remove yourself from anyone who tells you otherwise. Whether you work hard at a skill or trade or you study hard in college and work towards obtaining an academic degree. If you place yourself in the right place at the right time, doors of opportunity will open for you. There is no formula and it is not magic. It is just the way life works. Here are some steps that I took that opened opportunities for me.
1. Firm belief in God.
2. Registering for College
3.  Hard work
4. Surrounding myself with positive friends who had ambition
5. Volunteering
Here are some of the rewards I received for taking those steps
I got the opportunity to receive an all expenses paid trip to Washington DC to visit the office of United States Senators. That opportunity opened up further doors for me and the experience  I received is one that no one can ever take from me. 

In summary, always trust in God and keep believing in yourself. Never trust get rich schemes. Work hard and one day you will achieve success.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Encouragement to my Family in Jamaica

To my younger cousins in Jamaica, I know crime is spiraling out of control and things are hard and seems only to get worse, but I just want to encourage you to keep  believing in God and keep praying. I can tell you that because prayer worked for me. Please don’t turn to scamming because your friend is doing it and it seems like the quickest way out of your problems. Get rich schemes never work and you could end up in jail or worse. I just want to urge you to have faith no matter how hard your situation. Hard work always pays off. Work hard. Save your money. Choose your friends wisely. Ask God for what you want and he will give it to you.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Major Flooding In Downtown Montego Bay

I understand that a lot of new buildings have been constructed in downtown Montego Bay. But have the city planning authorities also put in place proper infrastructure to facilitate drainage during times of heavy rain? If I remember correctly from my geography class the soil in Montego Bay allows for water to pass through very quickly in times of heavy rain. If this soil is covered in concrete ( which is not natural ) and the water has no where to go, this may contribute to the massive flooding. So in summary, proper planning for new infrastructure is important to prevent flooding. Why am I posting this on Facebook? To educate all my younger family members who may one day become leaders. And since Facebook, Twitter, blogger and other social media (not school) is where everyone learns nowadays, what better place to discuss this?

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Dear Montego Bay, Stop Killing Your Family

Dear Montego Bay, our ancestors all came to Jamaica on the same boat so we are all related. The Africans, the Chinese, the Indians all came over on the boat at different times to work on plantations and then all of them had babies together because that was their favorite thing to do and that’s how we the descendants came to Montego Bay. So we are all cousins and the land belongs to all of us. None is better than the other. We are all equal. So why are we killing our own cousins in Montego Bay. Even if someone isn’t your cousin, you probably went to school with them or grew up in the same community and played Dandy Shandy together, so let us stop pretending like we don’t know who these “killers” are. So now that we have all come to the shocking realization that we are all related, stop waiting on the government to solve our problems. Let us own the problem and do something about it. The next time you go to Sam Sharpe Square, and a random person walks past you, that person could be your distant cousin and share your DNA. Look at that person as a possible family member even if he or she is black, chinese, Indian, white or mixed. Stop killing each other.

Monday, September 4, 2017

I have failed my family in Montego Bay

The first time I wrote this blog, many people didn't get it. So let me help you out. When you read this blog, whenever you see "I" or "my", insert your name...and whenever you see "Montego Bay", insert the name of your city, town, district or village...


Dear Montego Bay ( and the rest of Jamaica),

Let us stop the hypocrisy and denial right now! Who is to be blamed for the generation of cold, heartless killers in Montego bay?  We are. We cannot point fingers at anyone else but ourselves. Who are these cold , heartless killers? These vipers that are killing people?  They are our family. They are our sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, cousins, uncles, aunts…they are our family. Yes, these cold heartless killers are my sons, my daughters, my nieces, my nephews, my cousins, my uncles, my aunts, my husbands, my wives, my boyfriends, my girlfriends my best friends, ,my neighbors. Yes my family is killing people and scamming elderly American citizens of their lifesavings, their 401K and retirement plans. We can try to distance ourselves from these “murderers and suicidal youths” and point fingers at the government…or we can accept the fact that we have failed these brilliant young minds and allowed them to become the senseless killers they are today. Not just “we”, but “me”. Not “they” have failed the youths, but “I” have failed my family in Montego bay.
Now it has hit close to home. It has become uncomfortable. The government has imposed a curfew on Mt Salem. My childhood community.
Let me stay over here in denial and pretend like I didn’t grow up with these heartless killers. Let me point fingers at “these kids nowadays” and their wicked, lazy parents. Who are these kids? Who do they belong to?  You saw these kids being born at Cornwall Regional Hospital. You were at their baby showers.You taught these kids at school. You gave them lunch money. Their parents loaned you money to buy your first car. You slept on their parents couch when your landlord evicted you. Their parents loaned you money to buy your plane ticket to go to school in Miami, with the hope that you would remember them and help them one day.  So now that you have a job, have a home, have a nice car, your kids are at the university, how dare you turn your back on these kids who are your own blood. They are not your children? Then who do they belong to? They are not your family? Then whose family are they? Let me get this straight. You watched these kids grow up in the same community, same tenement yard that you did, they have your last name, they have your DNA and now that they have become senseless killers you don’t know them. Stop the lies. Stop the hypocrisy! These kids are our family. Yes, these kids are raping, stealing, scamming, killing, hooked on drugs and alcohol. No we cant take them back to the store like some rotten tomatoes. We have to deal with who they have become and help them regain control of their lives. No this problem cant be fixed by tomorrow morning. It cant be fixed by throwing all of them in jail either. These problems are going to take more than 20 years or more to fix. We are going to need pastors, psychiatrists, psychologists, therapists, counselors, teachers. We are going to need a mother’s love. A father’s love. We are going to need the type of patience, understanding, caring only loving families can give.
But it’s not my problem you may say…as long as I go to work and I come home and my family is not killed, I don’t have to worry about them. Nothing can be done about them. Let the government, put more money into building more prisons an training more police for them.
So whose fault is it? How did they become this way?
It’s actually my fault.
Yes. My fault. I stood by and watched  selfish businessmen build all-inclusive hotels and I did not demand from my local government to mandate that these businessmen invest in programs to help my family;
I just stood there and said nothing, did nothing while my local government allowed foreign investors to use my kids in call centers and disgrace me and my kids by accusing us of being thieves and scammers, after they scammed me out of the millions they were making from these call centers while only paying me below minimum wage;
 I just stood there and did nothing when selfish business men demanded that my kids give their clients service with a smile and allowed them to convince me that me and my kids should accept no tips;
 I just stand there, did nothing and said nothing while millions of tourists visit my home with the intention of giving me money in return for my hospitality and service, and I watched as selfish business owners benefitted from these tourists and did not hold my local government accountable for ensuring that the money stays in the local economy;
 Yes. I did that. Me.
So you think we should just throw all of our family members in jail? Really? Who is going to take care of you when you are old? Who is going to continue to build your community that you will live in when you are old? Yes. These heartless senseless killers. When they return from prison, they are coming back for you.

How am I going to fix the problem of my family who have become murderers and suicidal youths? First I have to admit that I have been in denial. Then I have to take ownership of my mistakes. Then I have to put away my pride and seek help for the problems my family face. I have to accept that these murderers and suicidal youths are brilliant young minds that have been allowed to become corrupted and that they are worth saving. I have to seek help for my kids before they become murderous and suicidal. Whatever happened to teaching children about morals and values?  I have to teach my child right from wrong. I have to teach and show my child discipline.  I have to help my child understand that there are consequences to every decision, whether that decision is right or wrong. I have to teach my child to be accountable for his or her actions. I have to speak up when I see other parents allowing their children to do wrong. I have to hold my family, my friends and members of my community accountable for the decisions they allow their children to make. If I don't take the time to train my children correctly and work with my community to ensure that all the children are being raised with morals and values, I can't just expect the government to rush in and fix the problem when my children grow up to be murderous, suicidal, cold, heartless vipers. I have to realise that it is going to be a long, hard, painful process, but in the end it is worth it. Because with God, as long as there is life, there is hope.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Community Builders: Professor Marilyn Douglas-Jones

The work of many women who help to build our community often go unnoticed. I will be doing a series of blogs to recognize the work of some exceptional women in my community and their impact on my life.

“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man how to fish and you feed him for life” Marilyn Douglas-Jones understands this principle very well and her community service shows that she practices this principle everyday by teaching many young people how to “fish”. I first met Professor Douglas-Jones at a Jamaica Foundation of Houston meeting. I told her about my academic goals to complete my degree and she immediately informed me about many scholarship opportunities, student honor societies and other organizations that could help me realize my goals. She introduced me to organizations which include Phi Theta Kappa, Caribbean Chamber of Commerce, Missouri City Domino Club. She also encouraged me to apply for scholarships available through Phi Theta Kappa, the Jamaica Foundation of Houston, Trinidad and Tobago Association of Houston, the Missouri City Domino Club.

Over the years, whenever I needed guidance in navigating my way through the difficulties of College life, Professor Jones was one of the first numbers I would call to receive advice on the right decisions I needed to make. Professor Jones always gave me the advice I needed to move past that particular obstacle. Many students  have learned valuable life skills through her work at Houston Community College or her involvement in organizations like Phi Theta Kappa, the Jamaica Foundation of Houston, the Caribbean Chamber of Commerce and many other community service organizations in Texas and the Carribean.


Professor Douglas-Jones continues to be active in the Caribbean Community in Houston by being on the executive boards of many Caribbean and Houston based organizations, teaching Caribbean culture, organizing events, advocating for the needs of students and mentoring young people.  

Community Builders: Sijolie Braham

The work of many women who help to build our community often go unnoticed. I will be doing a series of blogs to recognize the work of some exceptional women in my community and their impact on my life.

Sijolie Braham is the founder and president of the Caribbean Chamber of Commerce in Houston. As a leader in the Carribean community of Houston, she uses her platform to educate members of the Caribbean community, especially small business owners on their rights and responsibilities while doing business in Houston, and how to equip themselves to survive in today’s society where skills like computer literacy, knowledge of e-commerce and networking with Houston’s diverse international community.
As President of the Caribbean Chamber of Commerce in Houston, Ms Braham is very active in the Caribbean community. To promote the mission of the Caribbean Chamber of Commerce of Houston which  is “Advocating the Economic Interests and Development of Caribbean Communities in Texas,” she hosts regular meetings, workshops, networking events and Caribbean themed events. She also participates in community development activities  by other organizations such as The Jamaica Foundation of Houston, Missouri city Domino Club, Houston Caribbean festival and many others.
Ms Braham’s mission of serving the community is exemplary to the Caribbean community, especially it’s youth. She works everyday towards seeing her vision of the Caribbean small business owners realizing the resources available to them, recognizing the quiet revolution taking place in the new international commerce center of Houston and taking advantage of the resources. Ms Braham continues to work towards educating and equipping Caribbean nationals with the tools necessary to survive in Houston which is rapidly expanding and developing to accommodate the exponential growth of diversity. This growth in diversity will then promote even more opportunities for trade between caribean small businesses and organizations and countries all over the world. Ms Braham is never too busy to inform individuals who seek her advice on how they can learn the skills required.
Ms Braham can be contacted at the following address:
Caribbean Chamber of Commerce Houston
PO Box 628, Houston, Texas, 77001

281-652-8404

Community Builders: Gail Longmore-Chung

The work of many women who help to build our community often go unnoticed. I will be doing a series of blogs to recognize the work of some exceptional women in my community and their impact on my life.

If you look up the word “hardworking” in the dictionary, you may see a picture of Gail Longmore- Chung. This lady is constantly working no matter what the time of day. She gives her time and energy generously to the Caribbean Community. She is actively involved in organizations such as the Jamaica Foundation of Houston, the Montego bay Domino Club, the Caribbean Chamber of Commerce.
Ms Longmore- Chung is also very family oriented and she extends her motherly love to many young people in the Caribbean Community. When I first met Ms Chung, she was one of the people who constantly called me to check up on my progress through college, always alerting me of opportunities for community service, connecting me to resourceful people, sharing advice on how to get things done.
Ms Longmore-Chung is the person that is constantly working behind the scenes while you are sleeping to make sure that things appear to go smoothly during an event. Her commitment to civic responsibilities has earned her the respect  of the Caribbean community in Houston. She ensures that new members of organizations like the Domino Club on which she has served as an executive board member, experience the warm hospitality of the group and stay connected through community service activities and projects. Ms Longmore-Chung is the type of person who will go the extra mile to ensure that new members of the domino club are surrounded with supportive people and are treated like members of her own family, which is the general atmosphere of the Missouri City Domino Club.

As someone who has benefitted from her kindness, I just want to recognize her efforts and let her know how much she is appreciated not only by me but by all the other people whose lives she has touched. 

Community Builders: Gloria Campbell

The work of many women who help to build our community often go unnoticed. I will be doing a series of blogs to recognize the work of some exceptional women in my community and their impact on my life.

Gloria Campbell is someone who understands the true meaning of community service. She has served the Caribbean Community in Texas for many years. A graduate of the Edna Manley Performing School of Arts in Kingston, Jamaica, Ms Campbell finds joy in engaging in Jamaican cultural activities and teaching everyone in her circle about Jamaican culture.
As a member of the Jamaica Foundation of Houston, Ms Campbell is responsible for organizing the Independence gala which brings together over 500 Jamaicans and other members of caribbean community each year to celebrate Jamaica’s independence. Ms Campbell has also helped to organize the JAGA (Jamaica Galveston) Festival in the past as well as other events that foster cultural awareness.

As a member of the Caribbean community, Ms Campbell reached out to me constantly to ensure that I was aware of the resources available to help young people in Houston, and followed up regularly to check on my progress and always had a word of encouragement for me whenever I felt discouraged. She constantly goes the extra mile to share her motherly love with young people, connecting them with leaders in the community or opportunities to help them in their journey towards self sufficiency.

Community Builders: Pauline Miller

The work of many women who help to build our community often go unnoticed. I will be doing a series of blogs to recognize the work of some exceptional women in my community and their impact on my life.

Many girls go through adolescence without suitable role models. As a result some end up pregnant, drop out of school, turn to drugs, alcohol and other negative ways to cope with the changes they are experiencing. Others go through their daily lives struggling to understand the world, confused about the changes in their bodies and the expectations of society on how a “normal” teenage girl should act. I was fortunate to meet Mrs Miller just as I started adolescence and needed a role model and mentor to help guide me through this significant phase of my life. Growing up without my mother who passed away when I was 5 years old, at times I felt alone and I felt like I had no one to talk to and that no one quite understood what I was experiencing. Mrs Miller opened up her home to me, treated me like her own daughter and helped me navigate the roller coaster known as adolescence.
 Mrs Miller worked as an executive secretary at Herbert Morrison Technical High school, under the leadership of principal Lloyd Whinstanley. Mrs Miller was one of the staff members who worked at HMTHS since it started in 1975 and saw the school go through many changes and overcome many obstacles to become the institution it is today.
To help you understand her personality, she can be compared to Michele Obama. She was intelligent, strong, tall, elegant, very straightforward, looked you straight in the eye, commanded your respect and reciprocated that respect. She can be described as the person who works behind the scenes to help the school achieve it’s goals. She is very focused and work oriented. She may be described as quiet by many and a lot of students who may not have interacted with her.  I am very fortunate to have had her as a positive role model in my life. As a young confused, 11 year old, the first thing she taught me was that I should learn to love myself and I should learn to love the color of my skin. She also encouraged me to be confident, to speak up and to always look people in the eye.

Many students may not realize the huge significance of her administrative duties and how her daily work activities had a huge impact on their lives. To put her job function in other words, every major decision that affected HMTHS, every major document that was signed by Mr Whinstanley was either prepared by her or required her signature, her approval on it’s way to or from Mr Whinstanley’s office. She was present at every staff meeting where decisions were made to affect the lives of the students that attended HMTHS. She did all this work quietly behind the scenes. Most students only interacted with her while she was busy at work and so they may only see her as a  serious, hardworking , strict administrator. However for those students who could  catch her on her break, she would greet them with the biggest smile and share encouraging, positive words.

Herbert Morrison has named one of the competitive inter-school sports house “Miller” in her honor. I am very blessed and fortunate to have had Mrs Miller as a role model and I can attribute many positive habits that I now have because she took the time to teach me. She is now retired from HMTHS, but her influence on the lives of students who attended HMTHS while she was there is very evident in their daily lives. 

Community Builders

The work of many women who help to build our community often go unnoticed. I will be doing a series of blogs to recognize the work of some exceptional women in my community and their impact on my life.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Confessions of a … Montego Bay Businessman

Confessions of  a … Montego Bay Businessman
Written by his daughter.

PRIORITIES
When I was nine years old my biggest priorities in life were to watch Tom and Jerry, Pink Panther, Donald Duck and Tiger Sharks. I also loved to watch Thundercats and  He-Man. Especially He-Man. He-Man always saved the world in 30 minutes.  During that time my father was my best friend. I would see him when he came to get me on weekends, and he would talk to me about everything, Politics, Sports, Tourism, Current Affairs, World Issues, Politics and more Politics. And even more Politics. Did I mention also Politics? Later when I became a teenager, my relationship with my father deteriorated, mainly because of his alcohol addiction. But I will tell you more about that another time. My father heavy use of alcohol helped him cope with the hard realities and struggles he faced as a Montego Bay small business owner. My father had an answer for every problem that was wrong with Jamaica. I wondered why he was not the Prime Minister since he knew everything. So everytime I would see my father he would talk to me about current issues. I always wondered why he was telling me all this boring stuff that I had no interest in. I couldn’t wait for him to take me home so that I could watch Thundercats. I mean who cares about Mr Red Party Leader and Mr Green Party Leader? My father worked as a Contractor with a tour bus company. Every decision that happened in Parliament to affect Jamaican small business owners,  especially the ones in Montego Bay, my father would tell me. I didn’t want to hear about that. That was the least of my concern. My father’s favourite preaching spot was the rum bar. In a small community like Mt Salem, everyone knew everything that happened in our small community. I heard some nights my dad would buy a drink for every man in the whole bar. They would all discuss politics and by the end of the night, all of them in the rum bar had solved Jamaica’s problems and had a plan about the best solutions for Jamaica. I don’t know how they came up with their plans. I think they had great wisdom and inspiration from their best friends Mr Liquor   and Mr Beer. Whatever the plans were, all I know the next day Jamaica was in the same state.

MR FATHER'S BEST FRIENDS
My father was a very smart businessman, however he struggled with his alcohol addiction. I enjoyed the times when my father was sober and in a good mood. He would make jokes and buy food for all of  his friends. It made him happy to be the one to say, “Don’t worry about the bill, I will pay it!”  I wondered how this man loved to buy food and drinks for everybody and then complain about the economy and the IMF (International Monetary Fund) the next day. My father was also a comedian, he loved to tell jokes ,  sing and entertain everyone. He was very well liked and popular in his community. He is very tall and used to win all the Body Building championships at Mr Young’s Gym in Montego Bay. However he struggled with his alcohol addiction. When he was upset with the politicians he would go into an eight  hour lecture mode and complain about the IMF, how Mr Red Party is an idiot, how he hate the GCT (General Consumption Tax) and a host of other things of which I knew nothing or cared about .
So the point I am trying to make is that my father had some good character and good intentions. But he was so pressured by the responsibilities of life, trying to meet the unfair demands placed upon Montego Bay Small Business owners by a corrupt government, trying to deal with his personal issues …maybe of growing up without his own father, not having anyone to talk to about his personal feelings and frustrations…so he turned to alcohol. He turned to his best friends Mr Liquor and Mr Beer. But his alcohol addiction stood in his way of progress. It was eating away at his mind, turning him into a monster, getting him into bar fights with  whoever did not accept his Political theory.
So back to the Politics. As a Montego Bay Small business owner, my father was swamped with bills and taxes.  Of course my father would tell the government his mind everytime he opened up a bill. I am not sure if they heard him cursing them out, because the bills came back every month. My father enjoyed a season of prosperity during the time of Mr Green Party's  term. My dad is still waiting right now as I am writing this blog, for Mr Green Party to come back in power. He was the most devoted member of the Green Party. My father felt that after Mr Green Party’s defeat, Jamaica and the Jamaican dollar went down a mudslide. But who cares? Not me. I was more concerned about Thundercats. If the Thundercats knew about Jamaica, they would have saved the Jamaican dollar. Anyway I would say my father put out his best effort. He spent hours washing his bus, cleaning the engine, checking the whole vehicle. Then it was time to get dressed. Have you ever seen a well dressed Jamaican Tour Bus Driver? He would spend hours shining his shoes, ironing his uniform, went to the barber to get a clean shave. When he hit the Airport, my father turned heads of women and men. Back in his time he was a tall , handsome, light skinned  guy with hazel eyes, built torso, bright white smile, He was very charismatic and well liked at the Airport. In a small airport like Montego Bay's International  Airport everybody knew each other (and everybody knew too much of each other’s business too, ) anyway back to the topic. My father showed up on time and even sometimes two hours before the flights were supposed to come in.  So can you imagine his rage after  all his preparation and anticipation for a good business day, to sit at the Airport,  (after arriving two hours early), to watch all the flights come in, and wait till night and not get even one customer.  NOT EVEN ONE CUSTOMER !!!  After waiting for TEN HOURS !!! And watching full flights arrive in peak holiday season with happy, beautiful tourists ready to have fun and enjoy the vacation for which they saved the whole year ! Just skipping by him. So where did all these customers go? Well to the All-Inclusives…my father HATED THE ALL INCLUSIVES !!!  How was he supposed to survive and pay his bills? So that was a typical bad day for my dad.

SURVIVAL OF THE …MOST PREPARED
So how did he manage? Well only by God’s mercy. There were some good days. My father after all his preparation, making sure his bus was in excellent condition, making sure that he looked like Mr GQ, gave EXCELLENT  customer service to the few customers who did not come in on the all-inclusive package. You know, the one or two tourists who couldn’t afford the all-inclusive package to begin with, and decided to risk just visiting Jamaica with intentions of sticking closely to their budget.  But because of my father’s Excellent customer service, the tourist was usually so pleased that they ended up hiring him for their whole two (2) week stay and with the Jamaican dollar at was it US $1 to $50 JMD back in the day? He was able to pay his bills. He was always early to pick them up, he took them to see the real Jamaica, to visit the small restaurants, the local business places, the beautiful spots in Jamaica not yet commercialized by the tourism industry, the small quiet beaches, the little villages way up in the mountains, the quiet river spots. He knew all the best little spots off the beaten track like the back of his hand. And it didn’t stop there. The happy tourist or newlyweds or family reunion group would go back to the land of America or England or Canada (or wherever they came from) and  tell all their friends and show off their amazing pictures that they got off the beaten path to their friends who only had pictures of the over commercialized spots and pictures of other tourists. The next visit they would bring more friends with them. So my dad had many repeat customers. So that is how my dad survived. By giving great customer service.

NO TIPS FOR YOU
But my dad’s story, is the story of countless other small business owners in Montego Bay. Jamaicans are not idiots. Everybody knows this (except the government of course who believes the small business owners are idiots). Millions of tourists pass through Montego Bay every year. Yet the people are struggling to make ends meet. I don’t know the details of how the whole system works. I should really take the time to learn though. But there must be a way to help the struggling small business owners in Montego Bay. I am talking about the higgler, the taxi driver, the jerk chicken man with his jerk pan, the carpenter, the plumber, the sky-juice man,  how are these people supposed to survive and feed their families? There must be a way that the All-inclusives can share with these small business owners. Wait, I have to tell you about the people who work in the All-inclusives. The housekeeper, the janitor, the customer service desk clerk, the waiters, the bar staff. None of these people are allowed to accept tips. That’s right. You read that correctly. Let me repeat. NONE OF THESE STAFF MEMBERS ARE ALLOWED TO ACCEPT TIPS !!!! If they are caught accepting tips they are fired immediately. Let me repeat that.  IF THEY ARE CAUGHT ACCEPTING TIPS THEY ARE FIRED IMEDIATELY!!! So how are they supposed to manage on the measly pay they earn after working for hours and working overtime and double shifts and on their day off, all with a bright friendly smile and not being able to pay their bills. HOW ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE AND FEED THEIR KIDS ???!!! Where am I going with all this? Well  these are the root causes for people  losing their minds in Montego Bay. I am so serious. Right now, to fix the country, their need to be a team of Clinical Psychologists and Psychiatrists in the country to fix the minds of first, the Politicians, then the owners of the major revenue generating resources, then the owners of the All-Inclusives,   and to educate the people and the children. There should also be some Clinical Psychologists and Psychiatrists as members of Parliament to help make decisions to guide the country.  Don’t just send for the Clinical Psychologists and Psychiatrists after a police-man shoots a pregnant woman, or after some children kill other children and post the video of the murder on Youtube. Then education should be free to College level. But that is another story for another article. You have to change the mindset of the leaders before you expect to see changes in the country. And I am going to talk more about the mentality of  the leaders at another time.


DISBELIEF AND DENIAL
So fast forward to the present. When I read the news and hear of the things that are happening in Montego Bay now, suddenly, all the things my father said to me over twenty years ago started to make sense. You see, when you teach a child something, no matter how young they are, their mind stores this information subconsciously. When they are old enough to understand reality, suddenly everything you tell them comes back to memory. Actually these news reports haunt me. I try to ignore them, I stopped watching the news, I try to focus on the more important things in life, like the fact that Kanye West and Kim Kardashian named their baby North West…and ROB Kardashian left Black Chyna! …but my mind and conscience drags me back to the reality of what is facing my native city. Right now Montego Bay is experiencing the consequences of decisions made over twenty years ago by Mr Green Party and Mr Red Party. Sorry to all those people whose feelings I have hurt and if I lose you as a friend, I am truly sorry to see you go. GoodBye.  I stare in disbelief (and denial) as I read the news. Many people remember a time in Jamaica when there was stability. Before the Jamaican dollar began to slide.  I truly believe every Politician in Jamaica should have to do a mandatory course in Psychology. Learn about Maslow’s theory of basic needs. Because if basic needs are not being met, these are the actions  people will take. Presently I read the news in disbelief (and denial) that Montego Bay, my beloved city where I grew up, formerly known as the friendly city where people greet you with warm hospitality and bright smiles is now considered “Scamtego Bay” the head quarters of major scam rings that have scammed US residents of millions of dollars. Elderly returning residents also being targeted, senseless murders , children killing children,  a society that has become so desensitized to murder that children are killing each other and posting videos of the murder on Youtube for entertainment?

QUICK FIX  WON'T WORK
Montego Bay’s problems will not be a quick fix. They can send all the kids to jail. They can lock up all the small businessmen suspected of being  involved in scam rings. They can lock up all the criminals. The problem will still be there. The people they need to lock up are the heads of government, the owners of the all-inclusives, the people who have the monopoly on Jamaican resources, who lease our land to foreign companies, collect the revenue generated and do not re-invest into the Jamaican economy (how do these people sleep at night?).  The decisions that are made now, are what determines the state of Montego Bay in the next twenty years.  The state of Jamaica in the next twenty years. What can people do  now? They can't change the whole system, but they can start by teaching the children. You can't control the government, but you can control your own household. Children are never too young to learn. Start talking to them while they are young.  Even if they don’t understand at the time you teach them, they will understand in time.

THE PARTY
How are poor people expected to sit and watch millions of tourists visiting their home who are paying top dollar to stay in five-star international  $500 US dollar per night rooms, expected to welcome them with warm friendly hospitality and bright smiles, and at the end of the day, the government tells these people that they can only pay them a measly pay because there is "no money" to pay them. This is why the people in Montego Bay are going crazy. A reason as simple as that. At the end of working each week, a person can't even relax and enjoy the finest beaches in the world because they are owned by the all-inclusives. If a man wants to enjoy the beach with his family, he has to pay  a large fee. He can't take his family to a nice restaurant, or enjoy the best attractions in his own country. Then he has to sit and watch millions of people enjoy his country while hearing his stomach growl. It’s as if you hire an agent to bring guests to your home for a party in order to make some money to buy food to feed your wife and kids. The Agent invites some  guests to your home and backyard for a party. You give the guest your best hospitality, your guest tries to pay you, but the payment is taken by the Agent , someone you trusted when you hired them to represent you. At the end of the party, your Agent tells you there is no money and you are left hungry. Now what do you tell your wife and kids? Are they idiots? Will you be able to look your kids in the eye, hear their stomach growling and say to them, Mommy and Daddy can't provide anything for you to eat because there is no money. And your kids will ask you, but Mommy and Daddy, where is all the money that your friends brought to the party? Where did it go? A reason as simple as that. Wait there is more, suddenly the agent tells you in order to enjoy your own backyard, you will have to pay.

THE RESULT
So these kids who grew up seeing mommy and daddy get used by their own government have decided to take matters in their own hands. They don’t have any morals (mommy and daddy were away from home working hard and too busy to teach them morals and values…and when mommy and daddy came home, they drowned their sorrows in alcohol with their friends Mr Liquor and Mr Beer or marijuana…(well I never saw my dad using marijuana, but this drug is used widely in Jamaica as a way to relax). They have decided to form scam rings, they have turned to crime, they see where they can make more money selling drugs than working for a descent job, they want to enjoy the best attractions and live the lifestyle that they see tourists living in their own country. They don’t know that most of these tourists saved for maybe a whole year to live like a king or queen for two weeks, then they go back home to their foreign country and to their 12 hour shift jobs. These kids want to  wear  the nicest clothes, build mansions to compete with the five star international resorts, they kill returning elderly residents, they murder for no reason. Maybe I would have been a criminal too if it wasn’t for God’s grace. While growing up, I was fortunate to always be surrounded by older folks who shared their wisdom. I was also fortunate to be raised by Christian families who taught me morals and values. Who took me to church and sat down and read the Bible with me.

LIVE LIKE A KING OR QUEEN FOR TWO WEEKS
I just want to spend a little more time talking about some of the tourists that visit Jamaica. Like I said before, most of these tourists saved for maybe a whole year to live like a King or Queen in Jamaica  for two weeks, then they go back home to their foreign country and to their 12 hour shift jobs or to their 3 or 4 jobs.  They slaved away at their jobs like zombies with only their dream of going to this “fantasy island” Jamaica for their vacation or honeymoon or family reunion, as motivation to keep working. So when they arrive in Jamaica, they are living out their fantasy, they are wearing their finest clothes that they just bought and maybe even still have the store tag so they can return it when they get back home. So they are wearing the finest clothes, they are buying the most expensive food or liquor or staying at the $500US per night five star luxury resort.  To the uneducated Jamaican, (and please note that many Jamaicans are educated and do not think in this manner and do live by morals and values), so in the case of the uneducated Jamaican, he or she is seeing the fantasy of someone who slaved all year to be able to afford to come to Jamaica… (They also walk around half-naked, still in expensive bikinis, partying like there is no tomorrow, smoking weed all day, doing things they would never do back in their own home country)…they are living their fantasy. However,  the uneducated Jamaican may think this is the lifestyle that this tourist lives everyday back in their home country. So they see everyone who steps off a plane as a walking dollar sign. Which is not true. So this poorly educated Jamaican  seeing  this for twenty years,  comes to the conclusion that everyone who steps off a plane is rich. Then since the all-inclusives do not allow the tourists to mingle with the locals, the uneducated Jamaican who did not benefit from any of the money these tourists brought, goes home hungry to his family and starts to plot how to get his share of the  foreign dollar. This is why it is so extremely important to educate our children so they understand the tourist is just like you and me, but that tourist worked hard for a long time to be able to afford the luxury lifestyle for two weeks. And the child needs to understand that they too should study hard get a job, work and save money to be able to enjoy a vacation in a similar manner.

THE AUDACITY OF HOPE
So is all hope lost for “Scamtego Bay” (formerly known as Montego Bay), the rest of Jamaica and the young uneducated Jamaicans? No. Where there is life. There is always hope! There are many young people who just like me were fortunate to grow up around people with values and morals. Many young people are right now trying to rebuild our communities, trying to initiate fundraising activities to re-invest in Jamaica, forming youth clubs and organizations to help children engage in productive activity and stay out of gangs. It will be a slow process to undo over twenty years of damage, but the process has to start somewhere. Yes there are young Jamaicans who have realized the dream of their hardworking parents by graduating with their various degrees from Colleges all over Jamaica (and the world).  These children are the sons and daughters of the the higgler, the taxi driver, the jerk chicken man with his jerk pan, the carpenter, the plumber, the sky-juice man, the hand cart man, the housekeeper, the janitor, the customer service desk clerk, the waiters, the cook, the dishwasher, the bar staff, the  tour bus driver, and other owners of small businesses, who all labored with just the dream that one day their kids would have a sound education. That dream is the only thing keeping them going. These children who are now adults are bursting with fresh new ideas, new initiatives, and are ready to breathe new life into our communities, into the government, into the economy; ready to make changes, to challenge or remove old, rigourous ways of doing things and replace with new efficient systems. They understand how to use resources that the land has, instead of waiting for the government to provide solutions. Where there is life there is hope!

MAJOR POINTS
So to collect my thoughts,  my major points are:
Learning Subjects like  psychology should be a requirement for all members of parliament; there should be Clinical psychologists as well as psychiatrists as members of parliaments when these people are making decisions that affect  the lives of 3.5 million Jamaican people; People whose basic needs are not being met will start to go crazy; This is why the people in Montego Bay are going crazy;  kids who grew up seeing mommy and daddy get used by their own government have decided to take matters in their own hands.
Most tourists who visit Jamaica are  living their fantasy; most of these tourists saved for maybe a whole year to live like a king or queen for two weeks, then they go back home to their foreign country and to their 12 hour shift jobs. Some of them have to work 3 or 4 jobs just to make ends meet. The uneducated Jamaicans (and please note again that many other Jamaicans are educated and do not think in this manner and do live by morals and values) may think this is the lifestyle that this tourist lives everyday back in their home country. So they see everyone who steps off a plane as a walking dollar sign. Which is not true.  The educated Jamaican knows the importance of making the visitors stay pleasant because a happy visitor will come back the following year.
Invest in your children’s education; Even if you don’t have money you can invest your time. Teach your kids morals, don’t wait for the teachers to teach them, instill these principles at home. Sit and read the Bible with them, take them to church; Start talking  to your kids about current affairs from a young age, be real with them and explain to them how hard you work for everything you have; Let them know that nothing worthwhile comes easy or comes to them for free. Even if they don’t understand at the time you teach them, they will understand in time. They will have a firm foundation to stand on in times of trouble; Education will help to lift the country and its people out of poverty. Educated children will understand the value of hard work. Subjects like  psychology should be a mandatory subject to be learned by  all students  and I think education should be free up to tertiary level;  A well educated population will lift the country out of poverty. They will understand how to use resources that the land has, instead of waiting for the government to provide solutions, and trying to plan how to scam elderly Americans; If  these young minds are able to scam people out of millions of dollars, imagine if those minds were educated and their mental energy put to work on positive and meaningful projects? Imagine the millions they would make to help lift Jamaica out of poverty?
The government  should develop a system where small business owners are benefitting more from the revenue generated by Tourism, the majority of which is going to the all-inclusives; programs should be put into place to educate small business owners;  educated people will demand accountability from their government.  If you are a small business owner, seek help on how to manage your business, Turning to alcohol and marijuana is not going to make your problems with dealing with a corrupt government go away. When you get over your hangover or get down back fom your high, the problems will still be there waiting for you. If you are struggling with abuse of alcohol and marijuana, get help before it is too late; try to educate yourself on ways to make your business successful, go to the library, talk to your local politician, make them accountable for their promises they made when they were running for election; always do your best at whatever you do and your hardwork will pay off;
All hope is not lost! Many young people are right now trying to rebuild or communities, trying to initiate fundraising activities to re-invest in Jamaica, forming youth clubs and organizations to help children engage in productive activity and stay out of gangs. They understand how to use resources that the land has. They do not sit down and wait for the government to provide solutions. If you are one of those young people who are eager to help your community but have not yet started, (for whatever reason), WELL THIS IS YOUR CALL TO ACTION!  Go join forces with the others who are working to rebuild your community. Where there is life there is hope!

ITS OUR PROBLEM
For those of you who may  read this and continue to say  to yourself, “It’s not my problem, I have a nice job and my family is safe and we are doing fine.” Well if you are doing fine, stop complaining about the crime in Montego Bay and the rest of Jamaica and don’t be surprised if one of your family members get murdered. If we are to determine what Montego Bay will look like in 20 years. These are some of the major things we have to do. And my Dad…well we don’t have the best relationship, I am even angry at him for some of the decisions he made, but now I am beginning to understand why he thinks the way he does and why he made some of the decisions he made. Despite his struggle with alcohol, he always talked to me about current affairs from a young age. This has made me very community service oriented. I don’t accept all of his ideology, but I am beginning to understand him and well like I said, he is still waiting for Mr Green Party Leader to come back to power…so please pray for him…

The Lyrics to Thundercats
I just want to give a shout out to everyone who grew up watching Thundercats. Do you see the types of cartoons kids are watching nowadays? Anyway here are the lyrics! Enjoy!

Lion-O:

Thunder, thunder 

Thundercats, ho



Thundercats 

Are on the move

Thundercats are loose

Feel the magic 

Hear the roar

Thundercats are loose



Thunder, thunder 

Thunder, Thundercats

Thunder, thunder 

Thunder, Thundercats

Thunder, thunder 

Thunder, Thundercats

Thunder, thunder 

Thunder, Thundercats 

Thundercats!!!


Embracing my maroon family history

Thesis: Understanding one’s family history is very important in helping to shape one’s character and personal growth and development.

In this blog, I will discuss  my family history. My family history is very important to me because it helped me to understand who I am and to embrace my strengths and weaknesses.  Understanding one’s family history is very important in helping to shape one’s character and personal growth and development .  When I was growing up, my grandmother told me that our family were descendants of a great Jamaican leader. The leader was a woman called Nanny of the Maroons.  Nanny was the first woman in History to cause the British to sign a peace treaty with slaves in Jamaica. Nanny was one of the leaders of the Maroons who were runaway slaves. Nanny was also from the Ashanti warrior tribe of Ghana. Today in Jamaica, Nanny is recognized  as a National Hero of Jamaica and her portrait  has been used on Jamaican currency.
The maroons were a group of rebel slaves. They ran away from the plantations and formed their own government in the hills of Jamaica. The territory they occupied was dangerous. The area is known today as the cockpit country. This land  is made up of sharp limestone rocks. They understood the hills and were able to successfully evade the British. They understood how to survive on the land , to find food and water, something that was mind boggling to the British at that time. Many british soldiers who tried to capture the maroons died while doing so because they did not understand the terrain of the land and some starved because they were unable to find food and water. After  starving and having a hard time to survive, they were forced to sign a peace treaty with the Maroons . This was a result of Nanny’s leadership. This Treaty was signed in the year  1739.   The treaty  would allow the Maroons to live in peace and keep their own government and in return, the Maroons would teach  the British how to survive in this land and how to find food and water.
At the time when my Grandmother told me this important part of my history, that I was a descendant of Nanny, I did not understand the importance. Now that she has passed away, I wish I had gotten the chance to be around her more, to learn more of my family history. In the community known as Maroon Town, St James,  my Grandmother was very well known. She moved from her community in Portland, to Maroon Town St. James when she was young. She was six (6) feet tall and was a  very beautiful and confident woman. She was very strong physically. She was also known to fight any man that tried to challenge her. She was  however well liked by her community and a very generous person. She had six (6) children, of which my father was the last, and she also took care of many other children who did not belong to her. She lived to be one hundred (100) years old. Up until about age 92, she was still very active, she would walk down to the town center, she still had some of her own teeth, her skin was very nice, she had a sharp memory, she loved to talk. She looked thirty years younger than her real age. After age ninety two (92) however, her brain started to degenerate and she eventually succumbed to alzheimer’s disease. 
I  feel very proud whenever I think of my Grandmother and also my Ancestor, nanny of the Maroons.  I have learnt to understand more about myself, my behavior and my life goals. I am very community centered. I take great pride in being involved in community activities, volunteering and giving back to the community. My ambition is to use my abilities and skills to become a community activist and philanthropist like Oprah Winfrey whose  life and work  is a great inspiration to me. Understanding my family history has also helped me to understand my personal traits, for example, I am very competitive, I always take on leadership roles in various clubs and organizations, I am very ambitious and sometimes have huge surges of confidence to do things that most people would shy away from. Sometimes I look back at my achievements and wonder where the confidence comes from.

In conclusion, understanding my family history has been  very important for me. It has helped me to recognize my strengths and weaknesses, it has helped me to appreciate my family heritage more and understand their behavior, it has given me pride and confidence that has helped me to cope in times when I feel low. I am proud of the history of the Maroons, my ancestor known as Nanny and all that she did to help to fight for the freedom of  slaves. It has given me hope for the future, to one day use my abilities to make a lasting positive impact on my community. I have been able to research more about the Jamaican maroon tribe and their contribution to the Jamaican society, appreciate my grandmother’s  role in her community. Understanding one’s family history is very important in helping to shape one’s character and personal growth and development.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Caribbean Traveller




This blog is about my experiences as a Caribbean traveller. Caribbean islands may be very tiny compared to some huge countries, but many aspects  of the Caribbean culture such as the food, the language and the  fashion is evident and  has a huge influence on many major cities. In this blog I will also discuss some of the stereotypes and misconceptions I have encountered.

   Everywhere I go, I meet another Caribbean national. I think I am even able to spot them in a crowd. There is usually something different about the way they look compared to the other people in the crowd, for example, their hairstyle, the way they dress, their clothes…something familiar to me that helps me determine that they are indeed from the Caribbean. Caribbean people have migrated all over the world. So even though I think it is safe to say there are Caribbean immigrants in every country, people seem to always  be very excited to meet someone from the Caribbean. At least that has been my experience.

In my experience, when I visit large cities like London and New York, people of other races seem to be more open and “tolerant” of others from different backgrounds. I have come to understand that the Jamaican culture is very strong and vibrant even in places like Japan. I have never visited Japan, but I hope to go there one day very soon. As you leave the major cities and go to the rural areas, like the country parts of America, prejudice is more obvious. While attending College in Houston, I met people in my classroom and even on the street who were amazed at how "good " my English was. They said to me, how can you speak English so well and you are from Jamaica? Don’t they speak another language in Jamaica? After receiving this question, I usually have to hasten to educate them that English actually the native language of Jamaica. Yes it is. For those of you who don't know, Jamaicans are taught British English in schools from as early as Kindergarten. Many Jamaicans also speak english at home while also speaking the Jamaican dialect which is broken english and is made up of words borrowed from the major cultures of our Jamaican ancestors who came to live in Jamaica. So Jamaican dialect is influenced by words from african dialects, french creole, dutch, and spanish.


Most times when I meet people and I tell them that I am from the Caribbean, I am usually bombarded with a lot of questions and stereotypes. For some reason they think there are only black people in Jamaica. Nope! Jamaica has a wide diverse ethnic mix. It is sad though that  even though most people in Jamaica may be mixed, they are prejudiced against each other. Again, that has been my experience. In Jamaica there is the class system that is summarized in the popular saying,

If you are white, you are alright,

If you are brown, hang around,

If you are black, stand back!

Wherever I travel outside of Jamaica, people are so excited to hear my Jamaican accent. They think I am unique and that I am from some far away exotic fairy tale paradise. Did you watch that movie "How Stella Got Her Groove Back, where Stella is watching an Advertisement of Jamaica, and in this Ad Jamaica is this beautiful country, with lush vegetation, clear blue water, white sands, sexy, exotic looking dark skinned men…etc. etc., yes that is the image most people have of Jamaica. Unfortunately, the advertisement forgot to show the parts of Jamaica where there is so much extreme poverty, where people are too hungry to even enjoy the beauty. Many Jamaicans are watching that same advertisement  Stella was watching,  of this beautiful exotic Jamaica and saying to themselves, Wow! Where is this place, we would like to visit there too!   On the other hand, there are a few people who may have another extreme view of Jamaica where they immediately ask me if I watched the movie "Belly", which is a movie that showed Jamaican gangsters, and those people who have watched that movie believe all Jamaicans are like the Jamaican characters in that movie; or the conversation usually goes immediately to a discussion of the movie Cool Runnings which they also expect me to have watched because I am a Jamaican.


One thing that never ceases to amaze me is the influence of Caribbean culture in foreign cities, for example music like reggae and soca, and Caribbean food like Jamaica Jerk chicken with rice and peas and Trinidadian curry with roti. Many people expect me to be able to cook all the different dishes they tried during their visit to the Caribbean, and I have gained lots of friends whose friendship is based on their expectation, that at sometime in the very near future, I am going to invite them to my house and cook for them. Another influence of the Caribbean culture I have seen numerous times is the  dreadlock wigs attached to a hat with rastafarian colors.  Sometimes I see people with the dreadlocks, the bob Marley hat, the bob Marley shirt, shorts, shoes, backpack and I am so certain that they are Jamaicans. I go up to them and say , hey! Are you Jamaican? They reply enthusiastically YES! so then I ask, What part of Jamaica are you from? and their response varies from … oh, I’m really from New Orleans, or, oh my great grand father visited Trinidad once or my mom took a cruise to Jamaica once… Some of the very brave will answer oh I am from Kingston! So I ask, Really?!!! What part of Kingston are you from? Then they start to stutter…

I continue to be amazed by how much people embrace Caribbean culture. There are people who will tell me the history of Jamaica, of Marcus Garvey, and of course Bob Marley and Usain Bolt and I feel ashamed that they know more than I do!

What is it about  tiny Caribbean islands that some people can’t even find on a map, which enables them to  exert such strong  influence on culture all over the world?

So that was just a few of my many experiences. I have many more to talk about, but that is for another time. Thank you for reading my blog!