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While on a recent trip to the UK to visit relatives I was boasting that. “We Trini’s know how to live. We not like all yuh ye know, we party first and work later. All yuh have all yuh priorities mixed up. We have more holidays than any other country in the world.”
One thing I was silently ashamed of however, was being part of a “beggar nation”.
I hate it when I read in the papers,
“ENGLAND DONATES 20 AMBULANCES TO TRINIDAD”, or “ONE HUNDRED MOTORCYCLES TO AID DEVELOPMENT IN TRINIDAD FROM KOREAN GOVERNMENT”.
I mean you don’t go and party out all your money the night before and then the next day go around with your hand out begging. “Oh gosh boss, ah brokes, gi me ah dollar nah!”
That is, as they say, “locho” (Or however you spell it). It’s the lowest of the low. ------- It’s parasitic.
I returned to Trinidad at the end of August, and by coincidence (although not by much) it happened to be a (another) public holiday.
I switched on the TV, and to my horror, there was the Prime Minister, accepting, amidst much pomp and ceremony, the donation of a Coast Guard boat from the US government.
I couldn’t believe it. “Have we no shame? Can nobody see it but me?”
I turned in exasperation. “Oh Jesus, we begging again? And on a public fuckin’ holiday t’boot?
Wait a minute, what it is going on here? I don’t even know what this is. What holiday this is?”
-----------------“‘is Independence Day boy.”