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I’m back, well sorta…I hope!!!


It’s nearly October and it’s 2016. Since last year I haven’t posted a drop of writing. Why? I had loads to say then but now it’s old news. This has been a year and some. Obviously life does not remain static – that is of course unless you are dead. So where should I begin?

OK – January 2016. That was a happy time! I graduated, wore my little mortar board hat and ting, gown, dress, high-heels ( I did not trip and fall on my face. It’s actually recorded and I was pleasantly surprised to see that I did not do my usual walk like a cockroach stamp. I looked quite elegant ( Yes! Hilary and Yvonne). And that was that! I kinda miss my post-graduate days. The camaraderie in the study group was great and it definitely gave me my creative fix! So graduation was also a sad time. I said goodbye to my foreign colleagues who were still around. I’m an alumni now ( whatever, that means )
So it was back to the drudgery of my job which I hated.

Which brings me down to May. Work was awful. Monotonous, unfriendly colleagues, horrible team leader, back in de boon-docks area. It did nothing for me. They were vanilla ice-cream and I was rum and raisin. Like the two flavours this was not a harmonious pairing. And so we parted ways after seven years of co-existing. Rum and raisin could never be a choc-ice flavour after all.

July – The Rio Olympics! I love them! Russia had to take a back seat! Team GB was brilliant! Biggest ever medal haul. The London legacy is intact and elite sports is safe and sound. I think that more places for free sport need be open. We have bored energetic adolescents running around the cities forming gangs, finding things to do that they shouldn’t, being exploited and then killing each other. Think of pouring all that anger, boredom and energy in sport and activities to put them in a better frame of mind. What is the Sports and Culture Minister doing about this? Sport and the creative industry are both money spinners. The days for transferring money and shares to make more money are almost over. Look at the current rate of interest 0.5% not that I have any money to spend on shares…

So that brings me to now. I’m still job-hunting. I have thrown my net wide and far but unfortunately no fish have bitten yet. I have been on several interviews, think I’ve done ok but there you go. I am however happier not working where I was although I would love to be doing something now.
Ah What else? BREXIT – omg! I am traumatised! What the hell is going on? One good thing about it – they got rid of George Osborne. He is a psychopathic number cruncher. Can imagine he wanted to cut the amount of disability benefit and this would not have made a bit of difference. I don’t think that austerity is going to end but maybe it will be more fairly shared.

Then there’s the US elections. Those are scary. The Donald, the president, oh no! He’s absolutely stark raving BONKERS!! If the race to the elections was not about taking the most powerful position possibly in the Western World, I’d think this whole circus show of a run-up, a bit of reality TV comedy. But this is real and my fear of his possible win in November grows stronger as each month passes! US will be ruled by a racist, misogynist, ignorant but powerful prig! Ok rant over.

Finally, relationship 101. Ladies, your children are breastfed, not your men. It’s called weaning for a reason. Ok enough said…of course until next time.

2016 what next?


New year new beginnings…New Year’s eve is almost like a ritual. We are forced to say that we have to make a change for the better in the coming new year. I’ve stopped making resolutions, I don’t care for them and I never kept them, or they went out the window during the time frame when they really mattered.
I almost hate the forensic examination of the past year and micro examination of the things we did not do and the things we should have done. It’s as if these decisions would have prevented the pain of learning a lesson that needed teaching…
Would our possible actions prevented the outcomes that have resulted? If not, would the doing or not doing of something, have made us feel better? Probably not!

Anyhow, this is not to say that you should not consider change. But, I think you should not wait until the New Year to pile up a list of changes that are likely to topple over like a tower of unsteady books. I say go easy on yourself. Yes, think things through – What are the pros and cons of the changes you wish to make. Remember as well, that while a change may resolve an immediate issue, it is also likely to affect other parts of your life, possibly unintended and unrelated and most probably overlooked. This may be a “pro” or “con”, dependent on the consequence. This may also be the trigger to motivate or end a quest for change.

I have kept it simple this year. My change is that I want to
say “No” more. And not explain why I have decided to. When a child says “No” they mean it! We don’t question them why although we might persuade them to change their mind. I intend on being like a child when saying “No”. I did it this morning to somebody’s request, and man, it felt so good! But that’s another topic..

Ok I’ve rambled on enough, Happy New Year to you. Hopefully this posting hasn’t bored you to tears!


New Beginnings – a nice way to say get off my butt and change


2015 – It’s been a mixed year.   I got my Masters (With Commendation by the way – ahem!) My work life is shite and I realise more and more that while I want change, I’m afraid of it.

The process of change means letting go and most times shaking off bad habits or what you know you need to do to move on and grow. But habit is like a comfortable and familiar old blanket, a broken down pair of comfy trainers or a threadbare coat we know doesn’t do it’s function.  Change is good but it is also painful. I know. I am a creature of habit.  I embrace the concept of change and moving on.  But like a stuck on plaster on a sore, it’s hell to think of peeling it off – the sting of it I just can’t bear!

However, I see where lack of change hinders and makes the soul fester and rot.  Take for instance, the office workplace.   It’s 2015 and after a resignation and maternity leave, I find myself to be the only minority in the department.  The sad thing is that nearly 90% of those persons who I worked with over the 6 years I have been there have left as well.  Since I have been working there, there has not been another minority recruited.  But this is OK and nothing is wrong with this fact to the majority of employees on the floor.

Now, if change were truly embraced I wouldn’t have anything to comment about would I?  So what is my responsibility in all of this?  I guess many of you may say look elsewhere for a more diverse workplace.   I would agree with that, but you know what?  My fear of the pain of change makes me “accept” this insidious environment which tells me that I am “lucky” to be working there, “lucky” that I have a job that a majority of minorities would jump at the opportunity to be there and that I am “lucky” that despite my “Other-dom”, I have been accepted and embraced by a job only deserving of those descendants of the majority culture and ethnicity. Finally, I have convinced myself that I will not find a diverse workplace or one which embraces fundamental change, at least in this City.  I have talked myself out of change!

What is preventing me from accepting change then?  What is driving this fear of the pain of change? Is it an age thing?  A laziness thing? or just plain lack of ambition?

However, there is a glimmer of hope.  I realise that I have an issue with change and that I am happy to wallow in the discomfort that I am familiar with.  But I hate the status quo enough to actually realise that if I don’t get off my butt, nothing will change.  I am taking responsibility.   I have made a pact with myself that I shall not live another unchanged year and for 2016 I shall be doing some serious Spring Cleaning.

For those reading my ramblings, I wish you all the best in the New Year and the hope that you will be brave enough to make those important decisions to move in a changed direction for the better in 2016.






Yep I’m a budding writer at the ripe old age of….you guess! I started creative writing formally about 2 years ago. I decided to study the craft of writing and believe you me, there’s alot of work in that. I hope to keep on at this but I have to admit that my mind tends to wonder when I’m stuck or bored…I’m such a child!

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So let’s talk about the “R” word


Well as you can see from my tagline, I’m a Trini ( well in my heart at least) My father was born in the green green hills of Laventille  at a time when it was considered prime property and the place to be.  I have heard from rumours that my Dad has some Panamanian and Bajan connection – my great grandmother was allegedly Bacra – ( apparently that means a white person who was born in the French West Indies  ie a “Creole” and of African heritage ).  ok so she was mixed race.  My Aunt and my Dad used to talk of “Mammy” with the big plaits to her waist.   That was on his Mum’s side.  My grandfather was supposed to be a seaman from Panama.

So what does this have to do with the “R” word.  In fact what is the “R” word?

Well recently my motherland and fatherland had elections.  My Mum is from Guyana and in terms of demography is the closest in population composition to that of Trinidad.  Power and politics are divided along the same lines – race.

The racial division is between those of mainly African Descent and those of East Indian descent.  There is definite evidence of this within both Trinidad’s and Guyana’s diasphora.  I maintain that this is as a result of European Colonialism and the values that that system brought.

You see, the African population had been considered to be property, as in livestock. When Slavery was outlawed in 1834 in these territories, those that owned such “property” carried on a campaign to dehumanise this population.  Darwinism, caricature and media propaganda were utilised for this purpose. Blacks were savages, cannibals, dumb and the descendants of Apes. We were inferior and stupid and would not know how to live as a human being.  Hence, sowed the seeds for present racist sentiment.  As you can see from this simple example, it’s a fallacy.

So, in order to keep the rivalry of the new labour group pumped up the British Government allowed Indian Indentured families to migrate to the Caribbean with the promise of land in exchange for their labour. From the beginning the economic disparity was deliberately created. Of course, the attitudes and views of the Colonizer were passed down to this group therefore perpetuating the racial attitudes.  This rivalry exists up to this day.

Unfortunately, until this gap is closed and real effort is made to provide avenues for healing, these sentiments will prevail. Nationhood is still to be achieved even though these territories attained independence from the Colonizer. We have to dispel this fallacy of race and put country first.  The challenge therefore is to find creative and innovative ways to create wealth in order for both groups to enjoy.  But maybe I’m talking about Utopia…sigh

My fat jeans experience – the perils of a macho-belly!


I’m well excited!  We got our Wonder Core II ™ workout centre. It’s supposed to help me get rid of my Buddha belly.  I used to have abs of steel but life and Dunlop® has a way of creeping around your waist.

The fight to stay trim is a daily battle.  I know that they have this whole movement towards body confidence and the fight against Size-ism but we have to be honest here, having a tire around your waist is uncomfortable as well as unattractive.

Oh my gosh! I can hear the the collective howling at my words!  Let me finish here…I don’t know about you, but I was not exactly a coca-cola bottle shape when I was slim.  My curves were there but not generous, in fact quite average but now Mr Dunlop® has taken residence I’m more like an apple than a pear.

So I go to the shops and try on some  jeans.  I always go for those with a bit of lycra™. I slide my foot into my size ( 14 UK /10/12 US )  jeans leg.  It goes right up to three-quarters of my thighs.  I slide on the next leg and its the same. And then the shimmying begins.  Eventually I am able to button the waist and squeeze the zip.  I feel my tire transform into a muffin top. I look at the back and they fit my bum well. Then I look my legs look sleek – sorta.  But then I face the mirror and what I see is not good.  Muffin top and “CT” are on show.  The trousers are so snug that the crotch has created two mandarin pegs.  I just want to hide in horror!  I call the shop assistant and go a size up. I slides up easily, it zips up easily and buttons up easily. I’m a size up.  I turn around frontways and I look as though I’m wearing a cod-piece.  I got “CT” of an even larger dimension now.

I eventually give up and opt for an empire waisted dress instead. It was either that or try on a pair of maternity jeans.  That realisation alone is enough motivate me to whip those abs into shape!



Review: Dark Wine Waters: a Husband of a Thousand Joys and Sorrows


I am learning about the work and creative process through fellow writers. Grief…there is a technique of expressing this as well. This indeed is food for thought

Writing Grief

IMG_2851Frances Simone found me through this very website and asked if I could add her book to my list of resources.  She also kindly sent me a copy of the book.

When I think of grief memoirs, I don’t often think about addiction. Which is kind of funny because my father was an alcoholic and all of his health problems, and his subsequent death, were the result of his addiction to alcohol and cigarettes.  If I do think about addiction as a topic for memoir I mostly think of books told from the point of view of the addict:  the addict who fell to the lowest point in their lives then scraped their way out of a dark hole to recovery.

One reason why I believe Dark Wine Waters is a good resource is that in this book we get the point of view of the codependent, someone who experiences the…

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My very first Blog. And I don’t know what the hell I’m doing


Who I am and Why I’m Here…Day One.

Hello fellow 101 Bloggers

For the past few hours I have been trying to navigate my way around the site and get used to all the bits and bobs they have. I have no idea what I’m going to blog about or who will actually take the time to read it.
I am a a Facebooker for years – I would say over 20 years. It’s changing…too many ad sense ads on my page and worst yet, these ads lying to my friends that I like or love their product or service, which actually would NOT be a product that I would like or love!
I am no stranger to social media. I’ve got a twitter account. I used to be on it quite a bit but now its like the written equivalent of Instagram – or a Selfie on paper. And again, ad companies tweet and follow you till your tweet page ends up looking like Gumtree.
I guess having a commercial follower is a good thing right? Or maybe not… That’s the way of the world now