Ceez – on Demand

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FB_IMG_1515539337898Some of you may have read and responded to my recent post on “Saving Our Boys” as can be found on my blog.  After having written about the gun-violence issue in the Town which directly affects that group, and having advocated for us to be a more proactive people, I think that it is necessary for me to do more than write about it; thus, the birth of the #PreserveOurBoys Work-Forum.

People are generally familiar with the term ‘workshop’, but I have chosen under the banner of my Official Page “Ceez On-Demand” to initiate and dub the event as a Work-Forum.  The purpose hoping to be captured in the term ‘work-forum’ – is  Continue reading

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Post Hurricane Maria woes continue to directly hit every sector of this country, and this most recent redundancy of employees’ situation at the Ross University School of Medicine is a hard one to process.  I don’t work there, neither do I have any person in my household who does, but living in this town (Portsmouth where this institution is located), and knowing so many people (some friends and relatives) who have been employed at Ross for years are enough reasons to be able to empathize with all affected.

On a national level, this phenomenon is definitely going and has already begun to dent the treasury’s purse, and that of so many members of the private sector.  From utility companies, to home-owners, restaurateurs, tour operators, taxi drivers, doctors, nurses and the local ‘hustlers’ selling coconut water along the Ross Boulevard to name a few, are negatively impacted.  The apartment owners with high mortgages requiring regular attention, and bankers who are probably now orchestrating means to collect much needed payments from the now unemployed is equivalent to a horror story unfolding without restraint.

I mean let us face it – no one really saw this madness coming pre-Maria, but it has, and is evolving rapidly.  Who can forget the folks in the food shacks adjacent to the school, those super-market owners and employees, the bus drivers who made regular trips to and from Roseau carrying Ross’ employees and students, the health fairs offered by the med- students, and the litany of positive rituals surrounding daily processes of the institution that many of us took for granted?  The point is, Ross University School of Medicine is a much required venture in Dominica, and should or must be fought for.  I make this statement with the hope that it is not too late for that fight to ensue by all relevant parties with the weight being on the shoulders of the powers that be.  Continue reading

Post Hurricane Maria recovery is what most of our populace have been focused on.  Despite these efforts a desire to usher in 2018 with a sense of purpose and joy must have been deep seated within us.  Certainly, none of us anticipated the latest dreadful occurrence of yet another horrible death by gunshot in the Town of Portsmouth.  Not that we didn’t think this could ever happen, but it is just not the thing anyone would have liked to happen.   Obviously, this created a dreary and gloomy new year’s observance for Town folks, especially friends and families of the fallen and those of the perpetrators’.

Sadly some among us will immediately seek to shut down this expression with the notion that when things like these happen around us we are just mere reactionaries.  Truth be told, there is nothing wrong with being reactionary.  Still, this characteristic must and should be complemented with a level of action before the fact, or probably as a means of preventing such occurrences.  So, yes there may be a level of value in the criticism, but it is not sufficient and should not be used as a tool to shut down future endeavors to address this problem in our society.

Clearly, Portsmouth is not the only place with this problem where young men kill each other with guns, but this happens too frequently among our people; besides it is also one that seems like a bad wound that never cures.  If we have to chronicle the number of such deaths, and or disappearances and injuries which occurred through guns, and or some sort of violence among our young people (men in particular), then this is too many.  Continue reading

Teacher Maria, you spared no student

Unleashed your lessons without restraint

Your test we’d pass, we were confident

Your plans being stronger made us relent

 

Prior to class we were all in high spirits

Flexing our muscles, rehearsing our lines

After all, your colleagues gave us merits

Irma, and Harvey weak teachers in our minds

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“What do you have to lose?  I tell you already you are looking good so.”  These comments were trashed at me about one week ago during my early morning workout session from a young man who seemingly has nothing to lose.  My response to him was, “this hardly is about losing something; rather, it is about keeping well and healthy.”

The point is, I know we all have to die some way somehow, and this inevitability we have no control over.  But come on, do we need to allow ourselves to just get all flabby, shaky, out of shape and in some way even ugly?  Clearly we will not always acquire the Coke Bottle Shape, nor will all of make it to the national sports team, some of us won’t even lose all the pounds we desire to shed, while others of us may not even survive the workout, we could die from it.  Still, is it worth it living life with no motion, no movement, a lack of self-motivation and discipline?

Looking back on my childhood and adolescence remind me of the many days I walked from Gutter (Cotton Hill) to Long House and back in the hot sun to take my mother’s tickets and to collect her pay cheque.   My mother carried ‘fig’ (bananas) on her head weekly as a job.  For each trip she made from the shed to the badge, she collected a ticket.  This was all a part of the Geest Trade of Bananas from the local Portsmouth Port to England.  She along with many women made their living being part of that industry.  So anyway, I would religiously on a weekly basis do the necessary to collect her money.

Coupled with this, my siblings and I made several trips from our home to the standpipe and back with loaded, and or filled Jerry cans as buckets.  That meant we had to defy two steep hills on the way several times.  Clearly my cardio was in full effect since the aforementioned movements were complemented by cycling.   Later, a fall from my brother’s tall mountain bike Continue reading

Today on my way to visit a housebound relative, I spotted a familiar elderly man literally struggling to get to his home under a downpour.  With genuine concern I reversed the car and offered him a ride.  To my surprise the elder’s visual ability was rather bad, and so his cane serves as a guide.  That visual impairment prevented him from crossing the gutter unto the main road.  That meant that I was left to get out of the driver’s seat to assist him.

Thankfully, just as I was getting out, a kind young lady ran toward us with an umbrella and assisted with getting him to sit in the car.  That was so uplifting to see, and it shed a light of hope about us as a community.

Once he was seated, we were on our way.  In between small talk and lamentations of a typical elder, I sought to find out exactly where he lived, and he ranted about the fact that he was denied a drink at a shop because the teller refused to sell him the coke he wanted.  I suspected that it was really more than the coke he was denied.  The new odor which drowned the Black Iced air freshener aroma it was evidence enough.

This did not deter my quest to get this man to his home as safely and as dry as I possibly could.  Interestingly, once we got close enough to the junction of his home, I parked where I thought it would be closest and easiest for him.  Well, that was my biggest error. Continue reading

Throughout my lifetime, I have heard of various riots from around the world.  I even recall writing about the London Riot some years ago, since it drew the attention of many nations.  Probably, I never envisioned us having such similarities particularly with the vandalism and looting which occurred.  Today, I lament about the scare, and fear felt from having had a sleepless night on Tuesday 7th February, 2017.   Seemingly what was a peaceful daytime protest was marred by the likes of a serious riot in our City from early evening into the wee hours of Wednesday morning.   This resulted in the horrendous burning of enterprises there.  These acts resemble a real lack of love that is currently plaguing our island on a wider scale.   Continue reading

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