Budget time (September 11th 2014)

A mean (mathematical) budget

By all means this budget seems to be a mean one, if nothing else looks like we buying some mean machines but “be not afraid”, the cost not beyond our means, and they not purchased with any mean intentions. I hope you know what I mean.

In mathematics and statistics, the arithmetic mean, or simply the mean or average when the context is clear, is the sum of a collection of numbers divided by the number of numbers in the collection. I hope that means something to my educated friends. When I look at the budget it doh mean much to me though (meaning in impacting my life). Year after year and I dare say, across governments, the budget does not and has not offered much for my “socio-economic group”. In its current mode it seems I am sitting on the median and that means the budget has nothing for me.

To find the mode, or modal value, first put the numbers in order, then count how many of each number. A number that appears most often is the mode. What is the current mode you ask? Well for the most part, the budget includes disability grants up, ($300), monthly rise in all public assistance grants ($300), ($500) a month for needy babies, ($1million) for estate and slain officers, ($3,500) a month pension, ($500), more monthly pension for retired public officers, ($15) minimum wage. Wah is the mode there $300.

I don’t know what mode you gather from that but what I gather is that for the most part, it has nothing there more me, unless of course, I disability myself (this term is patented and copywrited) so that I can get some public ASSistance, or maybe I should get babied, or slay somebody. It seems I am continuing to live beyond my means by wanting to have a house (thereby committing myself to a lifetime of debt), or a piece of a mountain, worse yet have a Stag on a Friday.

In case you missed it, no “energy” money in the Heritage Stabilization Fund for 2014, but it’s all good, money in the babymilk fund, and I happy for the deserving beneficiaries. Pause for a lil shout out. “whey all meh babyfadders demmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I cyar lie, I have not gotten to the bottom, or bosom of this babymilk idea buttttttttttttttttt, will you get it if you breast feeding, is it (the allocation) different for lactose intolerant babies, can babydaddies access it if the circumstances are right (no I am not referring to man boobs). We don’t want to create a chauvinistic policy at this time; I mean the society is very volatile. Imagine hundreds of babyfadders marching into pos for equity and when the reach the East Dry River braps Armoured vehicles.

I love this place, and I eh going a place, on average, I could engage in praedial larceny and hope not to get ketch, that mean even in hard times I could live, and for the most part as long as I could do that in peace it’s all good.


Of taxpayers and Clico

If Clico is making money we should be happy, they should be happy, and pay back the government.

Who is your leader?  Ask this question to taxpayers and they may answer anything or anyone or no one.  Ask it to the Prime Minister and he seems sure he is.  In a recent Post Cabinet Press Conference ( I don’t look at many but viewed this one) the PM without a doubt declared himself as the defender of public interest and pulled out all the stops to inform taxpayers of same with regard to “their money” and CLICO.

So why was government silent over the past fortnight or so before the PM spoke, simply because this government seems (painfully so at times) to give regard to court matters and the consideration of due process.

In case you missed it here is my review/analysis…with commentary.

Just so that you clear from the start Clico/CLF/CL Financial or whatever you want to call it (I will use CLICO) are private entities operated to make profits for the benefit of their stakeholders.  FACT

They came to Government aka tax payers (we the people) for financial help frequently referred to as a bail out. FACT (in case you not sure taxpayer = you and me/we)

Since they borrow the only money we get back (2 payments) is:

  1. A payment from the sale of one of the Methanol Plant – 7.5 billion
  2. A Payment of approx. 500 million from Angostura

Both payment evidently by VAPS and not by, through or from any structured payback plan.  The first one because of the courts the second via a discovery that some mystery company (CC World Brands) where profits from Angostura were going. (Never mind they are PART owners who were “claiming” FULL ownership and wanting ALL profits).

Then…then in the middle of all of this they attempt to pull the ole stuff the Board trick. How does this work.  If you have a Board of 12 whom you feel you can’t control or fire appoint another 12.  Yes it seems Clico try that on we.

Since our taxpayers money jumping up (3 years and 5 billion was the original bail out and Government was on the Board as part of the deal) the agreement of bail out has been extended 17 times, and the government has always had Board interest and oversight.  All of a sudden they (CLICO interests et al) do not want to extend the agreement for same it seems.

Evidently one Prof. Watson (a gentleman I know and respect…not because of this pronouncement) says it/Clico was a Ponzi – and all who invest should stand your loss.  In other development along the way our government has made a further 11 billion tax payers injection WITH NO INTEREST.

So what is the current debt? Approx 23 billion

What are the CLICO books saying or what have they been saying over the period.  Past and present Ministers of Finance and Central Bank Governors should answer.

What the Prime Minister did say in not as any words is that there will be no dereliction of duty by the current Government.

Face with declining revenue from Oil and Gas and declining people on the streets for carnival somebody have to mind we business.  Moody’s will want to know how we plan to recover that debt.  Take them to court?  Yes. This is about Trinidad and Tobago, our economic well-being and tax payers.   Should a private company trump the tax payer for taxpayers money?  It’s a hard question and no single individual can or should have to answer.  Civilization has progressed based on many versions of arbitrators whom we surrender out trust and sovereignty to.

The time sometimes never seems right, but now is always the time.  Now for the government to see about the business of the people, business of the taxpayer, that is you and me.  If you borrow you must have a payback plan or the bailiff comes.  That is my reality.  Tell us then how you plan to pay back the government the money you borrow so that we don’t have to borrow from the IMF.

If Clico is making money we should be happy, they should be happy, and pay back the government. If not then the route of the provisional liquidator who will be an agent of the court – Not of the Government has to be explored to determine the best way forward.

And yes.  I have an annuity with CLICO.

No Malice, No Conspiracy, No Avarice.

Note:  I am open to comment or correction.


Bourdain ain’t one. We got 99 Problems

In a year when the patriarch Sabga-Aboud figure passed away he would be and they should be proud.  The show was unquestionable proof that this is Carib Country.

In the Year we are giving a Public Holiday recognizing our Amerindian Ancestry (First Peoples) it is sad that there was so much Caribs and yet not a Carib.  Let’s as a people make sure and do this right when the time comes.  Bourdain eh do it and he eh go do it for we.

Was this a linear historical story? No it was not.  Thus many a cry of exclusion I do not understand.

Here is what you saw sequentially.

  1. Intro: La Shaun Prescott (Liming and Wining) having some savannah soul food.
  2. Kim Johnson (Pan) with some corn soup.
  3. Doubles
  4. Indian “Boy’s” River Lime, with Curry Duck and Buss-up shut.
  5. A Quasi-Parang interlude (man singing Trinidad is Nice in the middle ah the river lime) felt kinda off to me.
  6. Syrian Segment (Grey Goose and Coconut water and their respective dishes. Kibi etc)
  7. Crime with Mark Bassant
  8. Coup/Mudd and Music (Red Snapper/Fish, Oil Down, Pastelle)
  9. Industrialisation/ Kalinda/Stick Fight – Souse
  10. Tobago – Crab and dumpling.

Here is what I saw:

  1. 2:08 Seconds Audio “copious drinking” Visual – Stag looking bottle
  2. La Shaun and Bourdain drinking Carib
  3. Kim and Bourdain drinking Stag
  4. Doubles with an Apple J
  5. River lime with real plenty Carib and 1824
  6. Mention of Grey Goose and Coconut water.
  7. Mark Bassant and Bourdain drinking Carib amid a plethora of Carib advertisements and branding.
  8. Thanks Mudd for the Juice
  9. Bourdain drinking Carib by himself in Tobago with Rose.
  10. FOR THE WINNER at 40:27 (time-slot) the man refilling the Caribs actually make it into the video.

What allyu think, the whole thing paid for itself? Anyway…

I have a kinda bitter sweet feeling that me and my friend who eat in KFC did not make the cut while those who eat by the River or on a Big Patio did.   Get a grip people (no race talk here), just saying I come from African Ancestry and communal eating with extended family is a norm.   That is my truth and I don’t need Bourdain to tell it. Yes, I really value sharing of a meal and the imagery and messages that it sends.  Have to thank Mudd and granny for re-presenting here as well.

I like how Kind David, the stick man moves between the native twang and the Bourdain twang “igotta”.  It’s a thing Trinis do so naturally.

I found the whole thing to be a bit male oriented and want to also thank La Shaun and Rose for re-presenting some of our Truth.

Some strong female images in the Tobago segment were pleasing.  back-ups, bathers.  Trinidad (meaning Trinidad and Tobago) is “oman’ too.

I have work alongside Muhammad Muwakil and if ever there was a brother to be grounded or grounding with he is one.  “Let’s Build a Nation”.  Let all ah we sit around the table and eat ah food.

Of the many issues we currently face this show ain’t one.  Super G out.



A positive plan to fork up the land – Agriculture

This plan is sow for cane good.  If i may say so myself.

This is fact not fiction, allyu eh wah nothing with me when it comes to going for cane. Yea you might not believe it but I am somewhat of professional. There are even some ladies who can attest to this (of course I will not call names) and being the bright spark that I am I will prove how for cane good I am without exposing the names of lady accomplices. I will call some partners though and give you an idea as to when and where I gained this for cane experience.

You see I grew up between Hassarath Road Cunupia and Chin Chin Road Cunupia, in case you do not know these are two area deep deep deep in the sugar belt. One ah my primary school mates is a lawyer for the All Trinidad Sugar and General Workers Union. Member of Parliament Rudranath Indarsing (former leader of said union) is my personal friend. I was there in Balmain Couva, when they (All Trinidad Sugar and general Workers Union) made a coffin for Ramesh Lawrence Maharaj (working media).

The Caroni 1975 yellow jeep run me down several times and catch me once for cane. Long time there use to be a ceremonial opening of the cane cutting season, I was there “5, 5, 5, in the morning” (dais ah ole stickfighting chant) on more than one occasion ( working media). So I hope allyu could now believe how for cane good I am.

So what’s up with the ole Caroni 1975 or and modern version of it.  And though Caroni 1975 is viewed as some people business, I feel If I so for cane good, I could say something. For starters I believe in Caroni 1975 (or whatevr remains of it) as potential waiting to be explored and well if you disagree with me you would be speaking gobar. (Cow pat or cow dung, manure, fertilizer etc.)

Sooooooooooo here is an idea which could put some real gobar into agriculture, foster some unity, help crime, reduce foreign food import, facilitate prisoner re-integration into society, and even still offer some latitude for some political gobar. Lets say we take the Caroni 1975 land and find all the remaining workers, who have rights to the land, or interest in it.

Lets say we call them “Managers” yes ah big word. Lets say we get all the incarcerated prisoners who are able-bodied and call them “Farm or Agriculture workers”. Let’s say when they enter prison they are mandated to (since they have so much spare time) learn (attend classes) about any given field of agriculture or farming that is possible in Trinidad (on said Caroni land) for a year”.

Oh why Caroni land? Well because it fertile, accessible, proven, tilled, etc etc.

After that year of learning let’s make it mandatory that they (prisoners) work in the agriculture or farming area that they chose to learn (on state land). Lets say these farms are managed by the Ex-Caroni workers. Lets say neither Managers or workers have right to transfer the land. The proceeds (crops, livestock etc) is bought by government, for export or local market according to quality.

The proceeds are used the pay the managers, and workers. In the case of the workers money will be paid to a bank account in their name (made available when the finish their prison term). The workers can work for their period of incarceration, and once free can opt to continue to work. Once they stop working or pass away, someone new enters the system. The least we could have is more home and kitchen gardens in hotspots if they stop working. The most, employment, food, reduced crime, wealth, unity, productivity, economic growth and the list goes on.

With just the power of the pen I have made a not so for cane good story into a masterpiece. Now who to address this letter to:  Clarry, Rudy, the Project Manager, or maybe I should just go for


In the name of the Father

If you went to bed last night with one child somewhere in the universe, that you have been responsible for, then you are a father. It may be a child you fathered (sperm donor) or a child you fathered (supervision or support donor).

If you woke up this morning and you had nothing to give that child or that child gave you nothing, guess what, you are still a father. If the mother of that child woke up this morning and gave you nothing and did nothing for you, guess what, you are still a father. If your father or mother does not call you or does nothing for you today, guess what, you are still a father.

If you get up this morning and your smart phone does not make a sound from whatsapp or Facebook, or twitter or snapchat or instagram or from a text message, FROM yuh CHILD, guess what, you are still a father. If the car have no gas, or there is no car, no stove, no fridge cause it conk out, no washing machine, no dryer, no meat, no corned beef, peanut butter, bread, BUT yuh have a CHILD guess what, you are a father.

If your woman leave yuh, you children leave yuh, yuh dog leave yuh, your cyat leave yuh, yuh rat leave yuh, guess what, you are still a father. If you HAVE a CHILD, but yuh foot cut off or yuh foot cyar stand up (double entendre) you are still a father.

If yuh thought you was put here to reproduce and you have been sowing your seeds like if you auditioning for the title of father of the nation and you not, or you trying to be the father of a nation and you should not, guess what, ONCE yuh have ah CHILD, you are still a father.

If you taking young boys and trying to make them men, but they not living to be men, yea, some people might not agree, but you are still a father or as the say “faddah”. If you killing young boys and depriving them of being fathers, yes, you are still a father or as they say “faddah”. Even not to father is fathering, sad but true.  They are whom Fr. Harvey was referring to.

Many a father do not realize that in their absence they are being as much a father as in their presence, or is it the other way around? There are men who have never been a sperm donor but are father’s.   They walking right amongst us.

You think I lieing, as it was (said) in the beginning (of this piece), “If you went to bed last night with one child somewhere in the universe you are a father. It may be a child you fathered (sperm donor) or a child you fathered (supervision or support donor)”. If you think I lieing, ask God, whatever you call him, wherever he is, whomever you perceive him to be. Ent wherever you are and whoever you are he is your father, THE FATHER. No matter how long you eh see him, you does call him when you need. He doh always answer when you want or how you want, but you dey living in hope, on a prayer. Just like with yuh father.

If you went to bed last night…….as “father” and you wake up “in the name of the father” then all that is not can still become. There is no ideal condition, time, place, age, location, position (economic or sexual) to become a father (although I have heard many a hypothesis about the sexual position thing). The father success stories may not all be publicly told ( we are a shy bunch), but the world is replete with examples of boy’s, men, fathers, who have triumphed in any and all circumstances. Men… lets find them, be them.

To my father, father’s, mother, brothers, sisters, Mom, Stumpy, the Barber Shop Crew and all those who have fathered me I say thanks. It takes nothing and everything to be a father.

Happy Father’s Day


Jude denies Father Harvey

1 The big, black, local Roman Catholic Priest. The emphasis here is on Catholic. Yes, I was a good Roman Catholic a long time ago and attended a Catholic School (Secondary) for seven (7) years. Some part of my life has to be attributed to the Roman Catholic influence.  God bless my paternal grandmother who wrote text from the Daily Missal on the outside wall of the house and had a permanent Alpha and Omega in the yard.  Don’t judge me.

I remember D.V, my school principal and a Roman Catholic Priest. Thanks to him for helping me through Form 5 – 6. I remember Fr Harris, then parish priest at Holy Trinity Church, he is now Archbishop. He was parish priest when I did First Communion and Confirmation. I remember Gregory Augustine now a priest and Fatima Principal, then head of Confirmation at Holy Trinity Church. I remember the legacy of the Pantin brothers, Archbishop (one of them) and Servol (the other).

I also remember the romanticism of the idea by many a Catholic that one day there would be a black Archbishop in Port of Spain.

  • But Fr Harvey (The big, black, local Roman Catholic Priest ) – No, I do not know him (1st denial)

2. Sometime in 2011, a Roman Catholic priest got the Hummingbird Gold for “loyal and devoted service to the country”. His name was Father Clyde Harvey.

  • But Fr Harvey (The Patriot) – No, I do not know him (2nd denial)

3. T.T.D.C (Trinidad and Tobago Debates Commission) Member – Fr Clyde Harvey (2015). He is Chairman of Community Intervention for Transformation and Empowerment, South AIDS Support and the Morris Marshall Development Foundation. In other words, he works with T.T.D.C to develop our frail democracy (dais a big word – democracy) and he works in hot spots and with persons less fortunate than most.

  • But Fr Harvey (The Nationalist) No, I do not know (3rd denial)

I really do not know him so like Peter, this Jude might I add Benedict (yes, two Catholic names) denying him. While I don’t know him, I know of him. My question: Do you expect a gun toting youth between the age of 16 – 30 to know of him, to know him or to respect him enough not to rob him for 30 pieces of silver (or 50k ransom in 2017).

  1. You think they Catholic (meaning they have a fear of God)? Or that because he big, black, local or Catholic makes a difference?
  2. You think they patriotic, have some sense of self and country? You think they care about a Hummingbird award or if it gold? Gold yes, maybe if he was wearing it as a chain.
  3. They may be citizens but you think they nationalistic. They know about the T.T.D.C? It pains me because I think they should know about his work in their community and other communities similar to theirs but clearly they do not or did not care.

You see in this democracy numeracy and literacy free because of free education.  In this democracy that sometimes socialist and welfare like because the state does so many thing to take care of citizens.  In this democracy where long time is not long time. Religion, patriotism, and nationalism seem to be the relics of the movement for Independence, and we don’t own our Republic, this Republic.

In this democracy fellas age 16-30 dying every day as they perpetrate criminal acts or someone perpetrates a reprisal on them for a criminal act or less.   You seeing the “value” proposition?

Most of us don’t know Father Harvey but we know of him because our literacy and numeracy is our own.  We continue to read about them “the little black boys” as they do what they feel is necessary for their literacy and numeracy.  You reading express and counting your salary.   They reading your movements and counting your salary.

There is a script though, in fact several scripts that have captured our imagination and the imagination of our parents.  The Independence Script, The Republic Script, The Black Power Script.  These scripts were not necessarily and need not be written by government for the people.  It could be written by government with the people, or by the people and for the people with the government.

Who is working on the current script?  Not King James.  What is our real/perceived/present/future value proposition as trinis? Who needs to work on our script?  We all do.  Thanks to all of you for taking care of your own, so that you are not hanging your head in shame for the Act committed on Fr. Harvey.  Thank you for knowing him or of him, for the empathy or sympathy.  Who do we have to thank for those who denied him?   Peter? Judas? Jude? We?

In this democracy we are the government, we are the opposition, we are the patriots, we are the nationalists, we are the priests, we are the bandits and we are the victims.  We allplaying a role.  In the words of Bro Valentino’s Calypso “life is a stage and we are the actors, everyone has a part to play”.   We can’t wait for the play to unfold, but act to change the script.

Have a bless Corpus Christi.  Plant something for the future.



I am grateful for encouragers that discourage and discouragers that encourage. Thanks for having the courage to step to me. I may not always take you on, but I grateful.

I am grateful for the people who have blind faith in me. I think they must know God, because so many times I don’t have faith in myself, and God helps me.

I am grateful that though I know God, and I know people who know God, I don’t ever try to play God.

I am grateful for my education, 50% academic and 50% street cred.

I am grateful for my brothers, the men folk who I look to for the head nod, blood brothers, spiritual brothers, material brothers, worldly brothers, beers brothers, father brothers.

I am grateful that I can spell grateful. I could not spell it when I was younger and thought it was a stupid word. I still think it is a stupid word and should be “great-full”.

I am grateful for my healthy fear of God, which has enabled me to walk by faith and not by sight, to know when to run and when to fight, but most important, when to surrender everything

I am grateful for my talent, the known and unknown, the skills that have allowed me to have impact on people and things.

I am grateful for all the women who have been in my life, who have taught me invaluable negotiation skills. Skills which have equipped me for this journey.

I am grateful for my elders (dead and alive) and ancestors, who willingly and unwillingly have made me who EYE am.

I am grateful for Music. “one good thing about music when it hits you you feel no pain”. God know how many times Buju and Bob or a DJ has saved my life.

I am grateful for every single thing that I have achieved so far. Compared to some I maxed out already. nevertheless…. FORWARD



LIFE is so funny, sometimes in two two’s, or in 201, or in two pull, if you just make SPORT, you could find yourself Emancipated and asking yourself WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? But that’s not why we here today. We here to discuss medical matters, the epidemic with no cure that continues to threaten our very existence.

SARS – no, H1N1 – no, Anthrax – no, swine flu- no, Mad Cow – no, HIV/AIDS – no. What then? GOGOTOXIN. Don’t Google this one you won’t find it, if you really want to know is a chick called Leslie-Ann. Is she who give me this one (the concept) ah long time ago and I now realize how entrenched it is in our society, this thing worse than gang related activity.

What is gogotoxin you ask?…well it occurs when a nerve in your eye crosses with a nerve in your arse and you have a shitty outlook on life. The cure, none, the symptoms many, the stages two, stage one and stage four. You move very quickly from one to four and death (physically, mentally, spiritually or otherwise) is almost guaranteed.

In men. In men in Trinidad and Tobago gogotoxin seems to be in “high risk areas” and among young black males. It is characterized by low value for life and high value for material things in stage one (gold, sneakers, brand name clothing). In the incubation period, there is a feeling that one should have all nice things in life and should not have to work too hard for it. This is accompanied by a feeling that those who have nice thing did not work hard for it, and should be easily relieved of these nice things.

Stage four is characterized by seeing “ghosts” ( a modern terminology for killing people) the ghosts of the persons you would have relieved of their life and property. This stage is accompanied by the feeling that these ghosts are harmless and incapable of relieving you of your life and property or making you a ghost. (The vicious cycle of life and or the vengeance of “Moko” usually result in the young men also becoming young models for coffins/”ghosts”

In women. In women stage one is sometimes characterized by the belief that licks equal love, that if he beats me because he likes me, that the more accessories and or worldly things one has equals the more beautiful one is “more bling”. In the incubation period, there is a lot of incubation and a belief that having a baby, equals having a man, and that having a man means having more babies, and that losing a man equals having another baby for another man.  Yes Trinidad this is a part of our reality.

Stage four. Stage four could be characterized by having about four children for about three different men, but not having a desire or capacity (mental or psychological not physical) to work an 8 to 4.

Other General Symptoms: guns, bullets, expensive sneakers, marijuana, cocaine, gangs, police, prison, close encounters with death, closer encounters with death, and death itself, abuse, violence, teardrop tattoos, large earring, scars, frequent funerals, videos of violence on your phone, pictures of victims on your phone, and good boys (who never interfere with anybody or was never in nothing) as your most recent dead relative.

Before you judge me for judging, judge me for saying what is very true for some people who you will see if you look out your window right now. People who we see, but don’t see, until we hear…..People whom I care for, have cared for, who I seek to help, whom I have advised, directed, assisted, taught and counselled.

Soooooooooooooooooooooo on the eve of emancipation how do we stop this disease, can we stop it? Yes we can, but not now. No immediate cure, no shot that can fix it. No doctor, no research, no priest, politician, pundit, or bush doctor.

Me and You though, WE can stop it, over time. Yea, help them take their eyes out of their arse, the small ones, the medium ones, and the big ones. Let their eyes and their sense of the I be seen in the WE, no, not the Wii, but the WE. The we who pay taxes, buy books and bury them, the WE that is family, community, village and nation. If you don’t know anyone with gogotoxin then you may already have the cure, but what are you doing with the vial that you holding in your hand or in your mind. Help them emancipate themselves…

july 31st 2014


The greatest Equalisers

July 6th 2014 (World Cup time)

Life I have found can be full of agonising moments.  In Trinidad I/we often make mention of the vengeance of Moko when I/we see something we don’t like taking place.  For a true trini Moko is the great equaliser. What do I mean by equaliser.  1. Things that make us want to get equal or equity or justice no matter who we are or where we are and 2. Things that make us immediately feel empathy or sympathy.

I feel in this game of life there is a universal language and a universal plane on which injustice takes place.  In like manner there are some persons and events across the globe that create retributive justice or make us feel equal.  This is my list of “equalisers (nine to be exact), and I hope regardless of whichever team you support, you will enjoy or at least understand them.

  1. Men/Women with a mission. In my generation they have dealt with Racism/Apartheid etc. Ah yes the ole world order or superior race injustice known in these parts as divide and rule. There is nothing like this team/theme to bring a good equalizer to the game. How, don’t ask me? There is no single script. Ask Malcolm, Martin or Mahatma, Rosa Parks, Mother Theresa big big players on the world stage, they have seen injustice in the game and fought tooth and nail, risked their life to ensure that the game had an equalizer.  Reinzi, Butler, Kwame Ture….


  1. Failure. Yes this is a great equaliser. Nothing to cut you down to size and make you feel like one of the boys like failure, known to contribute to the losses of many, but equally to the gain and victory of others who have been able to overcome. Nothing in life like a good fight to get back into the game.


  1. Death. We seem to have no finite answer to this one but friend, family or foe, old or young, black or white, European, Asian, African, Indian, South American, male or female, death seems to put us on an even keel…off the field. Game over.


  1. Rejection. Yes rejection/ejection, nothing like getting thrown out of the game. No matter what you do, there will be those who rooting for you and those who are not, red card, yellow card, nothing like a scarlet letter to make you feel a lil sorry for yourself, or for someone to be empathetic or sympathetic. I feel you, I feel your pain, I understand, you will get by. Start you own game if you like. Take your marbles and go elsewhere.


  1. Poverty. Yes poverty is a great equalizer, does your heart not go out to those in need, are you not compelled to help, give, donate, assist, are we, you, they, not human. At Christmas, or Divali, or for Ramadan don’t we all revisit our own manger, humility, strife for better?


  1. Natural Disaster/Accidents. Yes, you remember them, the floods in Louisiana, Hurricane Hugo, Earthquake in Haiti, and on and on, the boxes you packed and sent. The text to donate etc. We may have no control over when in the game it may happen, but when it does, we become equalisers. How quickly we stop when we see a car overturned.


  1. Miscarriage. Yes I put this one in, if you think it/I bad, wait till you see the next one. I am in no way ridiculing or making light of this experience; I sincerely believe it is an equalizer. Why? Most of us have the innate thing about reproduction. It is at the heart of our existence, our purpose, our survival, ability to continue the game. If you have experienced it, or know someone who has, you know that feeling when you realize the game has been interrupted, you don’t know why, you don’t know what to say, but you feel it. You know that you want to get back into the game or you want that person to get back into the game. You deserve to play like everybody else, even those who seem to be able to play and don’t/won’t want to. This is not a female only phenomena.



  1.  P.E. No no no no no. Not physical education, PREMATURE EJACULATION. Yes yes yes yes. The initiation which allows a man to really become one of the boys. Be honest men. “That never happens to me”, “what…nah”, “boy you by yourself on that one”. ‘You off the pitch and the whistle to start eh even blow” or maybe the whistle did blow and as you come on you have to go off. PE has happened to most if not all men. “Boy I must be wait too long for this game”, “was a tight game”, “was a suhweet game’, “is the position they put me to play in” and on and on. Whatever it was or is you watching the opponent different, one up, you one down, and looking for an equalizer. This is not a male only phenomena.


  1. SPORT. Undeniably the greatest of them all. As you continue to root for your teams, where you have no citizenship, where you may or may not be accepted, where you may be considered greater or lesser, in the world or sport, fandom and spectatorship we all sit as equals, watching the game, rooting for “our” team. Cricket, Football, Basketball.  The list goes on and on.  Life goes on.  The game goes on.

69 …our favourite position?

june 21 2014

Children dying left, right and centre, people say you eh writing, you eh have nothing to say. What is your position? I say 69, yes 69, that is my position, that’s not your favourite position two/ too? Shock, violation? Hear me out. But I stand by my position, dais how we like it. Somebody up-right, but somebody upside down, pleasure all how, but possibility of a little stench close and always lurking. I Ass-ume you know what I mean.

So how we get to this? Reverend Teelucksingh say “Something is definitely wrong, some evil force seems to have its eye on our babies. You better get down on your knees, you know. You better get down on your knees, we have to do it as a nation. We better watch this very carefully, it’s a new pain and agony and grief in the country,” The Reverend was referring to the number of young children who died under tragic circumstances recently. For the year there were 18 tragic deaths of children 12 and under. (Newsday Friday June 20th)

I agree with him you know, we have to pray, but I not sure about the evil spirit theory. This is a man-made situation. My theory is 69. A human created situation of pleasure, occasionally punctuated by pain/stench. How many times we see a person driving a vehicle with a child standing between the seat, or on a seat. How many times, we take a chance by the light (traffic), texting while driving, leave the car running to just grab something, drink and drive, drive without the seatbelt, have lighters around the home, matches around, leave children unsupervised, or supervise them to do wrong. I am guilty you know, I am not playing holier than thou.

Here is how the 69 theory works, we always on the outside looking in (reading the papers, listening to the news), and we are the upright (is there really an upright in 69 when some ass in your face). My child eh dead, and I cyar understand how you could let that happen to a child. What? How he could forget the child in the car? Ah mean! While we stand/lie/lay in the upright we getting a sense of pleasure because we escape, we have not erred, and escaped.

Are we really in a pleasure position? As we empathise and sympathise with the victims or the affected, are we in pleasure? Yes we are, always “claiming” to feel their pain, while their life turned upside down. The sad thing is we doh realise many times we do the same Ass ness that causes these incidents/accidents to happen, and that the stench/pain really closer than we think, so much so that some of us, every now and then get a scare, a faint or strong smell of the shit/danger that lurks. What do we do? We Stop. Change our behaviour for a bit. We may for a while, but for many back to the bad habit. Oh suhweet 69.

I predict (regrettably) that in the next two months there will be a domestic abuse season, a road traffic accident season, more killings, and the killing or robbery of some public figure that we love so much, ah “Dana” so to speak. I doubt that all or any of these will be due to some evil spirit roaming the land.

Much the same as the first half of the year we will continue to exist on the border of pleasure and pain/stench that has come to characterise our society. As I said I agree with Teelucksingh (we need prayers), coincidentally I also agree with a statement made by Archbishop Harris, he says “the vast amount of inequalities present in the country could be fuelling the violence in society”. Maybe I should change my position to a Missionary as it seems only religious people expounding and I seem to agree with their position.

What is your position?


Sleeper Cells bussing marks

Back in 2014 I wrote a piece based on “Former Head of the Public Service, Reginald Dumas, is taking issue with a claim Sat Maharaj made that generations of People’s National Movement (PNM) supporters were planted in the public service to prevent any non-PNM government from getting a second term”.

In 2014 the UNC/PP was in government. Fast forward to 2017 and the PNM is now in government and Christlyne Moore is getting government Minister’s phone bills in her mail box.  The tables have turned and will keep turning.

This goes to show one thing, all parties have the same thing, the some people, and the same type of followers, after all is Trinis. Everyone (party) have their sleeper cells.

Sadly this has little or nothing to do with that which we should formally be striving for in terms of whistleblower legislation.  Instead it parades as people willing to buss a mark for cheap or sometimes expensive political points.

Here are some of the things you can ask yourself or look for to see how well the mark buss as you consume your daily news.  As we talking about Mark allyu remember the fella who has special arrangements for exams in UWI.  Just google “Question over Mark”.

1 Look at the nature of the Act being reported– in other words what they do that allow for a mark to buss.  The examples here include a tale of two women.  One hired her sister to be her aid, the other a family relative to aid her in her constituency office.  One continued to be the Project Manager, the other did not continue to Minister. Note, the nature of marks may be similar but responses may be different.

2 Look at the person bussing of the mark. Sometimes the person bussing the mark would make a difference in how well the mark buss.  For this one let’s talk Tobago.  In this case V.A.T  tried to buss a mark about one Dr  and it did not go down to well with anyone.   Note, not all mark is mark to buss.

3 One can look at the magnitude or size of the mark.  A mark could buss about 50K, 94k or 34M or Section 34.  Any or all of them could be effective,  how people are affected varies. It could also buss in a mall car park, a hotel room, in a voice note, by a video or a pic, or it could buss by denying all or any of the above.  Note, almost anything, anywhere could be a mark.

4 The response of the person who the mark buss about when the mark buss coupled with the source of the mark.  A mark buss about one Dr. who allegedly tried to take a B out of the bonnet of a lady from the media.  The b was never found and the mark unfounded.  A mark buss about another Dr grabbing at a lady’s B’s and well you know the rest.   Note, some marks have to be well founded.

Also of importance in today’s society is which media carry the story as this could also affect how a mark buss.  Some other questions that arise when a mark buss include but are not limited to: What was the price of oil and gas when the mark buss? Or how much money was in the stabilization fund when the mark buss?

Mark bussing is always in season so keep your eyes and ears open for a mark.  The thing is that these sleeper cell exist primarily in the service of the two major political group of the country exposing bad behavior for political gain.  I wonder when the sleeper cells busy bussing marks if they realize that neither of these groups can do without the other.  They both form the parliament and neither part can win and election without the support of people from the other side.

Coming back to Sat it is clear nobody have no monopoly on mark bussing in sweet T & T, it has become an element of our democracy.  I am of the opinion that the activity of the these “sleeper cells” in some instances are illegal and or break some corporate rules and regulations.  As a people we need to ask ourselves, when these “marks buss”  are we dealing with matters of national interest in a formal, structured, productive and planned manner, or are we emotionally responding and being pawns in some game.

On the other hand when will we see or ask for legislation that will facilitate whistle-blowing as opposed to mark bussing?  Then is when we will all win.


Plan B for the City

June 8th 2014  (Beetham continues to burn)

I have been in the city of Port of Spain since 1985. The days when a $10 box of Chinese food from a food van was a major menu. The days when Pizza Boys was a before and after school stop. The days of “schoolboy”, the “red band” maxi stand was on Independence Square and the Charlotte Street. The days or “hard pong” in maxi’s when Jamaican Bub/Dancehall, Rap and Kiskadee Caravan music used to play side by side in Barry Bee, General, National, Slick and Red Fury. The days of not City Gate, but the Bus Terminus, when school boys and men and women used to get up to let ole people sit down. I could go on and on, but the last one to get to my point is “the days of the ole “Beetham”. When buses used to be on the Bus Route.


My question, what is our plan B for the Beetham (Landfill), and no this is not a foolish political or cosmetic plan for the people there. This is a question about a national sustainable plan for the people here, in Trinidad. While “Rome is Burning”, we may be occupying ourselves with other things, crime, corruption, etc. I get the impression that poverty is no longer an issue here (in Trinidad or the Beetham), though I expect it to be one soon. Rome/Beetham is actually burning. It burns daily to the extent that at times it consumes the capital city and one day who knows it may consume the capital city. A modern-day Atlantis, that sinks ablaze, and is consumed not by a watery grave but a leachatey grave, the fires being stoked by the methane that the landfill generates. Not to mention the potential calamity of a WASA Wastewater Treatment Plant buffer to National Petroleum. Alarmist you may call me, but until disproven we just living on a prayer.

Now long time (20 years ago) when I was a young man I thought that Beetham was a terrible place to pass, smoke, smell, and a terrible sight (the drains particularly). That has significantly changed but plan C (CEPEP) cannot be plan B. This change I am partially attributing to CEPEP, which seems to be a Godsent for politicians and part-time workers alike. As I write I look outside at the rain and thank God for it, less fires, maybe more leachate and methane. Keeping Trinidad cool, thank you God. But what are we doing Trinidad, more rain equals floods too and why, waste, waste, and waste.

What is the plan B for the Beetham? when you drive to work tomorrow, look left, do you notice the size of the mound-tain of refuse that we are generating, in this landfill. I wonder what the ratio of garbage to “fill” is. To me everything about the Beetham Landfill is wrong. We the people, the authorities just continue to let it B. We seem to love the Bottlenecks (traffic when it burns and covers the city in smoke), or Be Bewildered (not understanding why) , by what may be the options for getting rid of them. No Body is saying.  Sometimes we just allow ourselves to be bamboozled by buffoons. Bright lights in the night blinking, blocking a lane causing you to detour, as the barber-green continues to benefit political benefactors.

Maybe we just love bottled water and beverage containers, or is it that we just love to leave bulky waste. Be that as it may, it becomes apparent that we don’t believe that we are betraying ourselves by our behavior, because the effects inevitably bite us on the behind and in the behind or in our handbag and wallets in our back pockets. Bites us and the generations we leave behind. I cannot blame who plan this place, but I cannot seem to identify who planning this place.

So what’s it gonna B, because the blaze obliterating the beauty as the Beetham burns.

Signed Marshal Mc Clean.


Something Sat said in 2014

June 2nd 2014

Benjai, our resident “Tim the Tool Man”, this year came out with a one size fits all song which many of us have not yet realized may possess the answer to many recurring statements of contention in our society.  In this instance I point to one by Sat Maharaj.

Hear some of the lyrics:

“Leave meh leh me do it nah      [Free up]        Allow meh leh meh do it nah”

“Former Head of the Public Service, Reginald Dumas, is taking issue with a claim Sat Maharaj made that generations of People’s National Movement (PNM) supporters were planted in the public service to prevent any non-PNM government from getting a second term”. Maharaj made the claim during an Indian Arrival Day function hosted by the Maha Sabha in Debe on Friday. Invitation, microphone, audience… media “llow him”

The long and short of it,  we have to allow the Sat’s to say what they have to say, because they come out to play ay ay ay ay ay ay  The microphone, the audience, the clap/applaud, and the media often makes the difference in the level of the appeal/damage one’s words can do to self or others.

When like Banjai you give people a stage and a microphone and media access it allows for some amplification. I have said it before and will say it again, I have no problem with Sat generally, he has his work to do, as do I. When and where the problem occurs is when we give prominence to things which we ought not to in the better interest of the wider society. Sometimes you just have to “llow them” just as we “llow” Benjai, Learie and Tommy who all have their audiences.