Data Science and AI in the JCF

I wrote this post here because i know only people looking for my long time writing will find it. so i had this idea from recent kidnappings in my area. if a victim is kidnapped: If this guy has the latest iPhone, it still can track when it turn off or access his iCloud is needed I think. also the last set of people weh call him… see if their phones ping coordinates match his etc. If any of them phones ping in the same region as his from him disappeared, track that phone. Idk Data matching and cross referencing This is where AI is needed in the Jamaica Constabulary Force… plug it into the standard operating procedures, optimize it with sophisticated automation / api calls and AI logic. AI or AI logic could maths this long time… 🤣🤣🤣geolocation data of recent callers, identify callers weh might inna the same time frame or scope their calls to see who a call dem etc, analyse and find common coordinates/information… i asked chatgpt if my opinion was correct and see chatgpt responses.

Mama On a Sunday Evening

The midday light filters through the open doorway, casting a warm glow over the modest space. An elderly woman sits in a white plastic chair, her frail frame draped in a loose grey T-shirt and a flowing brown skirt adorned with faded floral patterns. Her hands, gnarled by time, move with deliberate precision as she picks apart the remnants of a meal—bones laid neatly on the pale blue plate resting on her lap, each fragment a quiet testament to a meal well relished. A soft blue satin bonnet, slightly askew, holds back the wiry silver strands of her hair. Her dark skin, lined with the deep etchings of experience, contrasts against the muted tones of her clothing. She leans forward, cradling a translucent plastic bowl in one hand while the other guides a morsel of food to her lips. There is no rush in her movement, only the patient reverence of someone who understands the value of each bite. Beyond her, the room hums with the quiet dignity of a life lived simply. A well-worn bed, draped in mismatched sheets, rests against the wall, while a deflated football lies abandoned on the tiled floor, a silent witness to the passing of time. A wooden shelf in the background holds everyday essentials—small echoes of a home shaped by necessity rather than indulgence. There is something poetic in her solitude, in the way she eats—not just for sustenance, but with a kind of unspoken gratitude, a silent communion between her and the meal before her. It is a moment unadorned yet profound, an intimate glimpse into a world where love is measured in simple rituals and life is lived without extravagance but with quiet grace.

Happy Birthday My Princess

I have a special love for Bronx.
Maybe when I said that her daddy interpreted it to mean I didn’t love our son.
He doesn’t understand.
I had Bronx at one of the lowest points in my life, emotionally and psychologically. 
When I had my first child 9 years ago, I thought I’d grow up, Bronx has made me mature in ways I had not when I had Paris.
Sometimes I’d sit and my mind wanders off, cause me is a thinker, my mind works differently.
My bronkkie will come and interrupt my train of thoughts.
“Mimmy a wah do u mimmy?”
Her voice lulls me back to reality.
First time she said it, i almost cried.
She wasn’t even two years old.
“Me good Bronx, a think me a think”
Bronx I’ve discovered has my heart, she is very loving, caring and compassionate and for that I am grateful.
Bronx doesn’t know or maybe she figure it out because I don’t know what’s on my face when I go on my mind’s journey.
That since she came into my life that I have been through hell and I’ve had to care for her the utmost way while going through my storms.
I have a different level of appreciation for single parents, jah know it ruff sometimes.
I remember days I couldn’t buy her diapers and her daddy lived up the road and I couldn’t call him.
I remember when my landlord gave us hell and I had to find a place for her to put her tiny head.
I remember when I had issues with the bank and had to feed her sugar and water to keep hungry out of her belly and I couldn’t call her father.
This year she said she wanted to be like Frozen princess.
Bronkkie if snow a something me could a buy and ship come here you would have snow for this day.
But no worry yourself my second princess, next year god’s willing, me a bring you to the snow.
Happy third Birthday baby
Mommy loves you.

80/20 Rule

I was telling a client that the 80/20 phenomena goes so much deeper than just switching black monkey for black puss. Like a female leaves one guy cause he's broke and end up with a next guy with similar characteristics plus money. Like this chick doesn't like lazy men absolutely abhors guys who hang out, lay in bed all day and watch TV types, bum life. Then she meets a new guy and discovers in a few years that he's also that type but she excuses his behavior because at least he ain't broke. Then he goes broke and she realizes all along she just didn't want a broke man. Now he ain't got no money, she don't want him. Mama doesn't want a broke man. He can be anything, he better be making some cheddar. Hmmm

A dog is a dog regardless of the owner

Women are other women’s worst enemies.
Even I am guilty of that.
Five years ago a guy I was with had two girlfriends, the other girl throw word on Facebook, said all sort of shit, till this day she still hates me.
One day she call me and tell me all sort of things.
The guy knew she was going to call me for he came to see me.
I remember I said to him, the girl so confident that you will remain with her after she tells me these things, wah yuh tell her so?
He went back to her house and him mussi beat her up then he came back to mine.
He slept there.
The next day, my mother said to me, you shudda neva mek him stay her, crystal you shud a send him home after him go beat up that girl.
When I told my female friends, Shanda, Charm and Sass, Shar told me the same thing, a slackness me keep up.
It bother me cause something told me sooner or later, this guy gone shame me for supporting his slackness.
It happened, as karma would have it, four years later, another woman calls me.
He didn’t chose me this time, he chose her and every little thing that little girl told me he texted her and tell her, him text me and tell me same things.
I knew it was coming cause one day him tell me that him left that girl for me, I knew he was rethinking, he was having regrets.
Karma took another turn, for I live to see or rather hear how him do the one after me.
A dog is a dog regardless of the owner.