I’m tired of being broke! There I said it! At times I know exacyly how the rasta man who the johncrow ‘offloaded’ on at the stadium felt and why he exclaimed ‘why me’ but then my friend Kerry said I should rebuke that self pitying spirit and channel only positivity so that poverty becomes a thing of the past. As the popular song goes’ If me nuh rich me this year, next year nah pass!’
Fears, phobia etc. we all have them. Some I understand, some seem plan ridiculous (like the people who fear clown.) seriously? I just don’t get it.
So by now everybody knows I have one child, a daughter, the apple of my eye and the joy of my heart. But all my adult life I have been besieged by people who keep telling me that one pickney a nuh pickney and that I need to have more. This really rose to an overwhelming crescendo when I got married because now they said I had to ensure that I gave my husband a child as we had to have one joint between us. Like seriously?
A couple of months ago one of the daily newspapers carried an article about how life in Ja-maica got so hard that people were buying bread by the slice and I who usually ignore stuff like that had to post about it because as long as I have been on this earth, I know people have been buying bread by the slice. Continue reading…