“The idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that, which again for me is nonsense. I want us to raise girls differently where boys and girls start to see sexuality as something that they own, rather than something that a boy takes from a girl.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
I often wonder why Africa was considered one the wealthiest places on earth and the people who lived their were the poorest people on the planet. Texaco and Shell made billions of dollars yearly yet the people who lived in vicinity of these oil reserves are some of the poorest people on mother earth.
I conceded that it has a lot to do with the powers that may be. The people who live in the area could not effect the political process involved with changing the statusquo of the area because they were not at the helm, they did not have the reins.
Someone I grew up with recently suggested that people who scammed should go and plant fields as a form of employment. I realise that she was probably right. Agriculture has always been reserved for the not so very bright and those without a future. It maybe the reason why parents deterred their children from becoming farmers because of its association with poverty and slavery. Now i live to hear a liberal Arts major telling me that my people should all go back to farming.
It is easier said than done. When these young men plant products, who will buy it from them. It could work, we need to eat more of our own products as imports and the sliding US dollar is killing our economy. But would the powers that maybe: be interested in buying from the young farmers.
Would our government be interested in investing 50 million dollars in creating processing plants for the excess fruits from fruit trees instead of renovating the homes of wealthy politicians?
Would our manufacturers and importers be interested in having a legislative ban on imports and force our people to utilised local produce?
I wonder how many of our intellectuals and Wealthy people would give us farmers a part of their incomes as an investment in such a proposed worthwhile venture.
Who stands more to loose if a project like this ever takes effect?
My friends who know better think I fight for people who do not care about me as a person.
They may have a valid point. My community and poor people does not respect me or even value my opinion because the lifestyle that I encourage is not one that they think will give them the instant gratification that they need.
Many people think that I should just leave Ghetto people to their own wits and ends. Move uptown and treat them with condescension. It is a healthy suggestion but there are many young people, stalwarts in their academical area who are afraid to come back and live in their natal communities. To give back to the community that nurtured them because they are afraid of jeopardising their lives. I want to make Jamaica a place where our university students have no issue coming back to their parental communities and working to uplift instead of migrating elsewhere.
My father was not the best parent emotionally or psychologically. My mother had her issues but as an adult when I hear them talking I realise that something happened during their formative years that made them into the adults they were. I am force to see them as the children they were and not the adults they are today. I know that''s how mothers of young men who commit crimes see their children. They do not see them as a murderer, they see them as the babies they once held.
Some people will not understand our plight. It is not for them to be able to sympathise with those that they consider beneath them. We do not justify criminality. We embrace and emphasise humanity. The human being who makes mistakes, who tries as best as possible to survive his conditions. I clamour for those who cannot speak for themselves, who know what they want but are unable to voice it.
I know that this task is not an easy one. Most Revolutionist are dead. I also know that the people I often defend do not value their lives the way I do. They do not even care. Someone once said to me that if I believe that any one of these young people would have been so intensely passionate about my demise as I am about theirs?
Would they even care if I die tomorrow? They probably don't because I see talentless people waste thousands of dollars while budding entrepreneurs with great ideas have to struggle to bring their goals to fruition. Many Inventors died penniless and people who did not care about the advancement of our living conditions get recognised for creating genocides.
I will continue to say it. We do not need more professionals. We need teachers, healers, lover, philanthropist and Humanitarians. We need people to teach our societies to care more and love more. Despite what you think you have, it is only your human interactions that count. The time you spent with your friends and family is what will evidently count when you die.
I would have exchanged all the money in the world a loved one has if I could get back his life because in my opinion, it was not worth it. I would rather have my family here than have his possessions to look at. They mean nothing without him around.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
|Security is mostly a superstition.|
It does not exist in nature, nor do the children
of men as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run
than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.
When Checky died i spoke about his death everyday because i wanted people to remember that a life has been lost. Someone like us with dreams, children and family "drop out" and we should even for a second pay homage to that person. Truth is only people who knew him really cared,most of us do not.
I am experiencing the same feelings of hopelessness and meaninglessness all over again. It would have been easier a gun man had murdered my kin but it is more difficult when the people who swore to serve and protect are the culprits and when they can create stories and people believe them.
Facebook has taught me a lot about what people are really concerned about. We no longer teach our children to see our world as one people, we teach our children to separate themselves. We socialise our children to believe that they are distinct and separate from what is happening to those people ova deh so.... I have over three hundred Facebook FRIENDS and only about ten people extended condolences to me. What the fuck happened to the other 300? NObody fi dem nah go dead!
I show support to people in their times of bereavement not because I am obligated to but because there is something within me to forces me to identify with suffering in others. I am naturally a compassionate person.I know death is no old wives tale or reserved for certain people. I don't like many people think death is some type of penalty. Dead people probably deserved what happened to them because they are bad or wicked and god is punishing them for their misdeed. There is no punishment in death because we all have to die. Just that some people will go before others. We all have a end.
I realise that Jamaicans need a deliverance. I am not going to say we need god, We need Goodism that is what we need. We need an overhaul of our value system and the way we have conditioned ourselves to think as a people. We are not fighting an easy war. I believe that the tenacity and fervency with which many of our people go about their lives, embracing their beliefs is a testament that something, may be something supernatural is propelling the scourge of evil that has overtaken our island. We are fighting as my Christian friends would say not against man or powers but the principalities of darkness.
We are heading into a dark age. We might not know it but we getting there very fast and very soon. I see our lives already engulfed in a world of sadness and dark times. I have heard stories about the things that our police officers have seen and experience. They have to build a psychological fortress so that they can be able to function after what they witness. I can imagine that the death of my cousin was not very easy on the youngsters in the force.
I am asking what is it are they teaching the future police officers? Are they trying to make them immune to the taking of a life. I know the police officers have to act tough because criminals are harder than rock stones. Police officers maybe unfeeling but murderers overall do not have a heart.
I said at the beginning that I talk about dead people because I want to keep their memories alive. But it is not an easy task to do because my cousin was killed and people calling me next day about their businesses. Clients asking about their investments. They offer condolences and its back to business. I am prepared to know that the same way that we treat our dead with disregard, its the very same way other people will treat us when we pass away too.
Have you ever thought about if you could turn back the hands of time when someone you hold there are lost to you forever. Would you have handled things differently?
My cousin was murdered by the police recently and I am numb from crying and regurgitating, rehashing what I should have done about my cousins life. Maybe if I had tried to influence him more. Infiltrate myself into his life then maybe he would still be alive but I understand that it does not work like that. He never really wanted my advice. I have conceded that i did try to reach out to him and I felt as if I was encroaching on his personal space.
I feel as if I watched him slip down a slippery slope, always saying that I was afraid of the lifestyle and pathos that he was now embracing. Always saying yet reluctantly expressing that I believe that this kind of lifestyle would lead to his demise. I was not worried because it does not always happen like that. I only wanted to scare him with the vehemence with which I often caution him about that bad boy friend that he kept.
Now I feel terrible. I see his potential and his life looks as if it was a waste.
Some people even say that he threw away his life. He made himself a liability by allying with alleged bad man. I am still incredulous about his death. I did not see him therefore it looks like a dream, a fallacy, a story or maybe a nightmare.
He is a lesson to our young men that badness does not pay. It also serves as a reminder to our children that money does not always guarantee protections. Money does not buy you clout or immunity from the police officers. Do not think that because you are rich that you automatically are excluded from being treated crappy by the police officers. Police officers already knew that Foote was a likkle ghetto bwoy who ran into some money and did not have a really big background to fight them.
People saying nothing will come out of his death because they want to believe that his killing was justified or maybe because they have seen this happen too many times to believe that any justice will come from acts of police excesses and brutality.
I keep thinking about the hypocrisy which is the moral fabric of our nation. Police tell you to inform on gun man and you become afraid because gun men will come and kill you. You inform on the police and you can end up dead because police can always claim that they were in a shoot-out and found you suffering from gunshot wounds. And how you died later at hospital.
I realise that i have to be aggressive in my "Jamaica Youth Empowerment Network" in teaching my children about the degenerative values that we embrace as a society. I shook my head in despair and disillusion when i read the news and listen the blatant lie that the police officers told about what happened. Their fabricated story of a shoot out that we the residents knew never took place.
I wondered whose rights supersedes whom?
The rights of the residents or the rights of the police to protect the faux notions that they put out to the media. Whose rights supersedes whom? The rights of the parents of this gentleman or the rights of the police officers to protect the social image and credibility of their abominable institution? The individual rights of people to be protected by the laws of a nation or the right for police officers to tweak the law to serve their own ulterior, selfish motives? The right for every human being to be given a second chance and not be gunned down like an animal, crying out for help in their own home.
I know that my cousin was no saint but he did not deserve to die. People commit far more atrocious acts than him, reprehensible deeds and no one gave them seven gun shots. Apparently the ministry of security have money to buy shots why these police officers keep wasting their ammunitions on innocent young men.