Monday 12 October 2015

A bison's roar

Believe me, it's even harder than this sometimes!
Writing a blog can be a hard task, even for someone to whom words come fairly easily. Topics of interest don't always come by when needed and it is hard, if your wish is to have meaningful posts of good length and adequate substance. Then, sometimes, people like Dr. Roodal Moonilal, the UNC MP for Oropouche East, come along and make my job very easy indeed.
Dr. Roodal Moonilal - MP Oropouche East
In my last blog post, I spoke about the language use (and abuse) by Moonilal's political leader, Kamla Persad-Bissessar. If it can be considered a compliment by comparison, at least I would consider her utterances as scalpel-like in delivery. However, our goodly Dr Moonilal aka #BabyBison (due to his portly dimensions) is always a man known to swing a cutlass where a razor blade would suffice.

During the contribution of Attorney General and MP for San Fernando West Faris Al-Rawi during the Budget debate, #BabyBison was engaged in some annoying crosstalk, which the microphones were picking up quite clearly. Very loudly came the following outburst from Moonilal, "Hush your stink mouth!"
Always a paragon of virtue and class, this Moonilal.
The remark caught Al-Rawi's attention and without missing a beat he immediately responded with shock and open disapproval of Moonilal's behaviour. The situation was severe enough to cause the Speaker of The House Bridgid Annisette-George to rise to her feet to issue an open reprimand to all MPs who were engaging in cross talk on both sides. I have a video link of the exchange that you can take in for yourselves. To Al-Rawi's credit, he never lost his poise during the incident and continued with his contribution. The outburst can be heard three seconds into the clip.
Faris Al-Rawi looks in Moonilal's direction immediately after the comment.
Later in the day, in an apology as rich in contrition as the Caribbean Sea is rich in penguins, Moonilal said he was sorry for the comments he may have made during cross-talk in the House. Note he wasn't sorry that his comments may have been offensive (which they were) to viewers, listeners and/or his intended target (which may not have been Al-Rawi); he seemed to suggest that there could be some doubt as to the comments existence as well. And, cheekily too, he seemed to also imply that comments made in cross talk could be as rude and disgusting as possible, since the person uttering same was not making an official contribution at the time. Wow!
That apology requires its own apology!
Again, this goes to show the mindset of some people for whom, you'd think, because of their education and status in society, should be exemplars in thought, word and deed. Instead, we get these classless displays that again show that the people's business - the stuff they were elected to carry out on our behalf - becomes secondary as pettiness and immaturity reign. Some might think I'm expecting way too much from persons whose track records in this area are overwhelmingly negative but that will not deter me in demanding better from them. And you should too!

Sunday 11 October 2015

Between the lines



I'm pretty sure that "Grace under Fire" is one of her least favourite shows, based on its title alone.
I am a firm believer that the language a person uses can tell a whole lot about the person using it. This is very true of our parliamentarians, particularly Kamla Persad-Bissessar, former Prime Minister and now Opposition Leader. And I’m not just speaking about her faux-Oxonian accent that does not set right with the plethora of green verbs and dropped syllables (“Mister” of Finance, People’s “Parship” “Guvmunt”). Those are hilarious enough by themselves and speak to one facet of her character.
And I'm sure I'm not alone in this regard.

However, I want to deal with another issue. During her concession speech after the PP's electoral defeat was confirmed, her omission of any congratulations to Dr. Keith Rowley was so glaring that even the UNC's Apologist-Prime, Ralph Maraj, was visibly shocked that she had, without obvious effort, contrived to limbo under the minimum protocols of courtesy and decency. With that there was an implied petty-mindedness that was plain to everyone who heard it.
The Pied Piper of R&B has made you out!

Her maiden speech as Opposition Leader, as part of the Budget Debate, further reaffirms to me that the electorate was justified in ensuring she was unsuccessful in gaining a second term as Prime Minister. The proliferation of “gyas”, “cyabinet”, “knee-poe-tism”, “cyampaign” and “cyampus” from “Kyamla” had me alternating between laughter and shaking my head in shame and disgust. But, more importantly, in her response to the budget presentation, she stated that there were supposed to be some cash inflows at the end of September that "would" have brought in revenues that would help alleviate the national deficit.
Speed Demon's deviantart rendition of KPB.

All well and good, I think. But I must draw attention to her distinct choice of words and their implications. Anyone listening to her speak during her involvement on politics over the last 20 years would realise that she barely 'misspeaks'; she firmly believes in the spirit and meaning of what she says despite how awful it actually sounds to the listener. "Would" implies some sort of conditionality as to the collection of such revenues. Had she said "should", it would then leave the impression that these revenues were due to the government regardless of whom the ruling party was when the payments became due.

ScottyPedia does this very often.
As it stands, the #‎SippaRiaSwaggBoss (as a friend of mine has so aptly dubbed her) left us with the impression that there are people/businesses out there owing us - citizens of T&T - billions of dollars but would only have willingly repaid it if the PP had retained office. That is very frightening in itself. But there is a further twist in this that belies the unabashed classlessness with which the PP members drape themselves like a second skin.
Looks like some of them have taken this to higher heights. Or, more accurately, lower lows and deeper depths

She also implied that the new Minister of Finance, Colm Imbert, had somehow been negligent in not collecting and/or accounting for said revenues at the end of September. The smugness of her statements was akin to someone with inside, undisclosed information dropping a live grenade of knowledge in an unsuspecting and otherwise unaware victim’s lap, then gleefully awaiting the havoc and chaos that the explosion causes. If that assessment is accurate, then what kind of handover did Imbert receive from the outgoing Finance Minister Larry Howai? Did any kind of true handover take place? Considering that the portfolio at stake is not the private accounts of some corner parlour but those of a nation, were all the pertinent disclosures made in this handover?
Let me drop this on Colm and watch him squirm in discomfort! Hahahahaha! Who cares about taxpayers' money?
For Kamla to treat the repayment of public funds like it was something that only they alone were privileged to know about or could possibly bring to fruition (had many more of us chosen to vote for them, of course) reeks of arrogance, immaturity and selfishness. For so-called servants of the people, Kamla and her cronies continue to do us a public disservice by their petty, self-serving words and actions.

Sunday 27 September 2015

Adamus

Greetings, readers.

As you all know, ScottyPedia is not averse to helping out local talent in realising their dreams. This assistance is not limited to writers; I support my friends in the performing arts as well.

Tonight I want to share with you the work of a local singer - Ms Adamus London-Bakari. Her first name is pronounced Ah-day-mus for those who are wondering. Hailing from Siparia, she also happens to be a fellow student in the Ken Gordon School of Journalism and Communication Studies at COSTAATT.
There's Adamus!
She has recorded a R&B song  called "The Love I Could've Had" and made a music video as well. The song covers a topic that many of us are familiar with - present regrets over past love-based decisions. It also features vocals from a well-known local ragga-soca star: Ziggy Ranking!
Adamus feat. Ziggy Ranking - The Love I Could've Had
The video features Adamus, her 'husband' (Jimmel Fortune), the husband's henchman (Rondoll Glasgow) and her psychologist. Do any of you recognise the psychologist? Yes, yours truly is the psychologist, Dr. Walter, upon whom Adamus unloads her woes! Thank you for considering me for the role, Adamus.
Look! ScottyPedia is in a music video!!!!
I hope you enjoy watching the video and hearing the song. If you want to contact Adamus you can get her via email, Facebook and even Google+.

I want to make a special plea to all of you out there: try as much as you can to help people realise their dreams. When you do, the rewards for them and yourself are truly wonders to behold!!!
Especially if you've made a positive contribution to it!


Saturday 5 September 2015

The book thief III - Jemma's Redemption

Redemption, when you can get it, is a truly wonderful feeling indeed!
For those of you who are regular readers, I'm certain that you will recall the saga undergone by my good friend Jemma Grey as an aspiring author. For those who are unfamiliar, you can read about it in The book thief and The book thief II.
Mondkar The Manuscript Mountebank in action!

I have some positive news that I wish to share with you, as Jemma has extracted a bit of personal redemption in the situation and, in doing so, has simultaneously realised one of her dreams. Ms Grey has moved from the realm of aspiring author to that of published author!
A dream made reality!
That's correct - Ms Jemma Grey is now a published author. Pretend With Me, the first instalment of the Midnight Society series, was officially launched at the Tattoo Fest event at the Centre of Excellence on August 2nd (last month). Given the goth nature of the novel, it fit right in at that event and Jemma did some brisk business that afternoon.

Our newly-minted author signs a copy of her novel for a fan.

She also had herself a stall at the recent GamesCon at UWI, St. Augustine as well on August 29th, where she not only enjoyed some good sales of her paperback but also got to see one of her favourite characters, Kickass, 'live' in the flesh via one of the Cosplay enthusiasts there. Don't be fooled by her apparently calm demeanour in this photo; she could barely contain her delight!

To cap off a wonderful time, Jemma got to pose with Kickass!
ScottyPedia had a small hand in helping her achieve these goals. My contribution? I had the arduous task of proofreading her manuscript before publication. That was no easy feat (Jemma apologised for this up front) in that this was my first official proofreading engagement of major consequence and the pressure was on for me to deliver on time. Needless to say, ScottyPedia delivered to a thankful client who reciprocated in the manner below!
Alas, Jemma never spells my real name right ... Too much The Omen movies, perhaps?

I hope that you will, in turn, also help and support a local author by purchasing a copy or two of Pretend With Me and the upcoming novels (yes, plural) in the Midnight Society series. You can find copies (paperback and Kindle versions) at Amazon. At present, Jemma is deep into the completion of the second instalment, which should become available early next year. And, if there is any doubt in your minds, I am very proud of my friend's achievement and the small role that I had in helping to bring vision to reality. in this world where hopes and dreams can take decades to realise, if at all, yet can be dashed and shattered in a heartbeat, it is good to see one come true and it is a wonderful feeling to know that you're partially responsible for making it happen.
Jemma Grey interacting with a fan at her book launch.
And thanks must be given to the book thief, Mr. Mondkar - The Manuscript Mountebank, for it was your damaging acts that brought about a cascade of positive vibrations and encouragement that has culminated in the above. While we may never recover what you have already stolen, Jemma has indeed reaped her just rewards otherwise, despite yourself.
From thought to paper to sales!
Finally, there is another reason I chose to put up this post today - September 5th happens to be Jemma's birthday. So please join with me in wishing my author friend a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
Happy Birthday to you, Jemma Grey!

Saturday 1 August 2015

None so blind

Far be it for me to try to gainsay the great Aesop but I think he got it wrong with his fable about the lion and the mouse. The moral of that story, remember, is that we always need those who are not quite as big and strong as we are. That’s probably not true. But I think we should always behave as if we shall always need those who are not quite as big and strong as we are. That would make the world a far, far better place.
Here’s why I’m in the mood to moralise at you today. I was at the Royal Road Quick Shoppe last Sunday morning (July 26th), waiting for my turn to put some air in a tyre. The driver in the car ahead of me, a lady, was having trouble reversing – the cynics and the sexists might say that’s not unusual – and she seemed to be ignoring my advice – even the cynics know that that is very unusual! 

As I waited patiently for her to get things right, one of the female station attendants went past me, muttering audibly that she had offered to assist the driver but had herself been ignored. Commenting that she could have summoned some help for her but she wasn’t going to, she disappeared behind the building. The reason for her displeasure? “She attitude.”
It was not long before the car had reversed far enough for the front seat passenger to be in line with me. The passenger, also a woman, asked for help to change a flat tyre. I have to admit that I had not noticed the flat until a moment before the request for assistance came. However, I did notice that the speaker’s English did not sound natural; I guess you would have to call it “stilted.” It only took a moment for me to realise why my displeased attendant friend had been ‘ignored’: both the driver and the passenger were deaf. They could, of course, lip read but even if you were the world’s best lip-reader, I imagine that you would be unable to read someone’s lips if that person were not looking your way when (s)he spoke to you.
Sign language is the most effective means by which hearing-impaired people communicate.
Man-on-the-run that I am, I had little time to spare. So, I told our displeased attendant friend that she was dealing with two hearing-impaired persons and attempted to get her to call for the assistance she had previously offered to find. Initially reluctant, she eventually went in search of the promised help when I insisted. Thinking to save time, I took out the spare, the jack and handle and the wheel spanner and placed them beside the flat tyre. But the help never arrived until five minutes later, by which time my conscience had long since prodded me into moving my car aside and beginning to change the tyre myself.
Ask around; I'm quite adept at tyre changes! Even in the blazing hot sun and in office wear too!
Maybe it was my own cynicism that spawned the thought that the help had waited for someone else to start the job before appearing. Be that as it may, he quickly disappeared, saying that it was clear that I had the situation well in hand.  I guess he was right since a few minutes later the tyre had been changed, the flat safely stored in the trunk and the tools used back in their proper place.
Advising the ladies that they should have the tyre repaired as soon as possible to avoid being without a spare for any extended period, I wished them both God speed. I was repaid for my solicitude with a bottle of cold water and a thankful, wordless smile that warmed, no less, the cockles of my heart.
Kindness is truly timeless ...
It would be remiss of me to end my story without informing/reminding you that my father is visually impaired. His disability is the major reason why I am very much in touch with the issues and concerns of that community. I, therefore, wish to take this opportunity to urge you to be mindful of the disabled/differently-abled community and respectful in your dealings with them.
In case you were wondering about hearing-impaired persons' driving abilities.
Only the common sense-impaired can think that there is anything to be gained by treating members of this community as second-class citizens or any differently from those in possession of all their faculties.

Friday 15 May 2015

Rafflenomics

Truer words have never been spoken!
It is election season in sweet T&T and while I really don't like to discuss local politics here, something happened recently that I felt the compelling need to comment on. This urge came about because what I happened to be listening to made little or no real sense to me upon the first listening. Then when I decided to do the mathematics it made even less sense as a financial strategy.

Before I continue, I do not have any affiliation with any political party; I am just examining public statements and offering a sober and objective analysis on same. Nor should you perceive the analysis as an endorsement of one party over another. I'm trying to be as impartial as possible.
The People's Partnership Coalition. Comprises the United National Congress (UNC), Congress of the People (COP), Tobago Organisation of the People (TOP) and the Movement for Social Justice (MSJ).
At the People's Partnership's Monday Night Forum (the ruling party's weekly public meetings that resemble a campaign meeting although election campaigns have not been officially launched as we have not even been offered an election date), the Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bisessar, SC broached the topic of campaign finance. Declaring that she (note she said "she" and not the party) had no financiers, she told her adoring public that her party would be financing their political campaign via … a raffle.
Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bisessar, SC. She is also the political leader of the coalition's largest partner - the UNC.
This raffle, with a per-ticket cost of just $10, would provide players taking part with an opportunity to win:
1st prize - a brand new car
2nd prize - a full bedroom furniture suite
3rd prize - a fully furnished kitchen suite
No further details were given about the prizes to be offered.

While I applaud the PM's attempts at financial self-sufficiency for her party, the mathematics of such a venture just does not add up and here's why!

We have 41 constituencies here and I shall assume that plans are afoot to offer up candidates in each one. Every candidate who declares for a seat must pay down a deposit of $5000 for that privilege (a fee usually paid by the party he/she represents). This deposit is refundable to the candidate only if he/she polls more than one-eighth or 12.5% of the votes cast for the seat. So, for the UNC to properly register 41 candidates, they are going to need 41 x $5000 = $205000.

Selling raffle tickets at $10 a pop means that just to cover the nomination costs for their candidates, 20500 tickets have to be sold. Do you see the problems here as yet? Nope? Let me see if I can make things clearer …

Since the party has no financiers, those prizes cannot be donated by anyone outside of the party executive. This means the party will have to acquire these prizes on their own. A modest estimate of the cash value of the combined prizes would be around $180000. So, another 18000 tickets would have to be sold to recover the cost of the prizes.

Adding those two figures, we see that just to ensure real prizes for the raffle and to get the nominees on record, at least 38500 tickets will have to be sold. That is a daunting proposition indeed at the very start.

But wait, that can't be all the campaign costs involved? What about transportation, rental of venues, stage and audio-visual equipment, advertising, banners, flyers, promotional items and the like. These are items that have been known to run into several millions of dollars for any political party. Translating that to raffle tickets, literally hundreds of thousands of raffle tickets would have to be sold to adequately cover these kinds of costs.

According to statistics provided by the Elections and Boundaries Commission, the PP gathered over 432000 votes in the last general election. Just to fund the PP campaign, it would seem that they will need every single one of those supporters to purchase at least one raffle ticket. A raffle with nearly half a million tickets sold in T&T; does anyone realistically see that happening?
If you believe that bit of rafflenomics, I have some bridges to sell you ...
I hope that this goes to show that when you listen to campaign talk you should do it with some critical thinking cap firmly on. Otherwise you can whip yourselves into a frenzy over unsubstantiatable nonsense.

Rafflenomics is not the answer to questions over campaign financing; genuine campaign finance reform is!
ScottyPedia will not be swayed by rafflenomics; come better than that!



Friday 1 May 2015

Stumped by a porcupine ball

I sometimes feel this way but I really don't know everything.
While I can claim knowledge of many things, I have never made the claim that I know everything. Nevertheless, some of my friends are of the firm opinion that I do know everything (hence the ScottyPedia nickname) and in turn try their hand at stumping me with an item I know litte or nothing about.

My friend and media colleague, Nickisha McClean-Parris, has a food-based blog and decided to test the depths of my knowledge recently with this 'simple' query: what is a porcupine ball?
Errr ... I don't know. What is this sorcery you speak of?
Having not heard of this before outside of the animal kingdom, I asked if this was what you referred to when a porcupine tries to protect itself from an enemy, balling itself up to expose his quills to ward off the attack. I was wrong.

She further explained that this was a food item. I correctly guessed that the 'porcupine' name referred to its general appearance but could get no further concerning its composition.

After revelling in her glee at seeing me flounder, she finally revealed the details of this delicacy to me.

Porcupine balls are made from seasoned mincemeat and uncooked rice. After mixed together, they are then cooked in a spaghetti sauce, sometimes sprinkled with cheese.
Meat and potatoes ... YUMMY!!!!!!!
As shown in the picture above, you can pair them with mashed potatoes and even bread as a second day meal.

So, this presented a rare occasion where ScottyPedia did some new learning. And I'm passing it on to you. From what I've heard, it takes about 15-30 minutes to prepare and an hour to cook.
Look at those prickly globes of yumminess!
If you're interested in this and other off-the-beaten-path recipes, please feel free to visit Nickisha's blog via this link.

As for me, I await the opportunity to taste this delicacy as soon as Nickisha finds the time to make it. I'll surely let you all know how that culinary experience goes, whenever it happens! (I have a birthday coming up, so I just might wing it for then!)

Melody's Vibes

Melody (not her real name) is the first lesbian I know personally. By saying that, I mean a lesbian who is my friend and is open about her choice to be who she feels she needs to be. (I know some suspected and 'closet' lesbians too.)

Melody and I met through a mutual friend at an impromptu lime. She is of African descent, has a sapodilla complexion, is of slim build and has a most tantalising torso and lilting gait. In short, she is a head-turner. She is also the mother of a primary school-aged son. She possesses a very lovely singing voice (or so I have been told; I have never had the pleasure of her singing for me).

As I got to know Melody better as an individual, she eventually revealed me parts of her story that helped me to comprehend the person that she had become.

Initially, Melody considered herself a heterosexual female, with a love and affinity for men. Those feelings started to erode during her pre-teen years, triggered by the treatment she received from her maternal grandmother. Melody was the result of an unplanned pregnancy, which both her mother and grandmother openly resented. Her father, though known, was an unreliable absentee drunkard whom they also hated. Melody's mother received an opportunity to go abroad and literally fled T&T, abandoning Melody to her grandmother's care.

Due to the unplanned pregnancy resentment, Granny gave Melody a very hard time, effectively punishing Melody for her mother's sins. Granny was rough in physical treatment and language, often making remarks about sex and sexual organs that were wholly  inappropriate for a primary school child to hear. When Melody started secondary school, her evening ritual upon arriving home was to subject herself to humiliating underwear and vaginal inspections by an ever-skeptical Granny.

For Melody, this led her to perceive sexual intercourse between men and women as not only a forbidden act but a bad one to do as well. Nevertheless she eventually succumbed to peer pressures and had (heterosexual) sex  in her mid-teens.

Perhaps in a bid to escape the terrifying clutches of Granny, she started looking for male companionship that would take care of her material needs. In doing so, she struck up a relationship with Rodney (not his real name). Rodney was a petty drug pusher who seemed to have an endless supply of ready cash to spend on Melody. Pretty soon Melody realised that Rodney's interest in her was almost exclusively as an available sex partner yet not in an exclusive arrangement. When she resisited this arrangement, Rodney would force her into compliance by gunpoint and violence. One of those coercive sessions resulted in her becoming pregnant for Rodney, eventually bearing him a son.

Mustering up as much courage as she could, Melody decided that she and her young son could not live under these conditions and she struck out on her own. And she has more or less been on her own ever since, facing this world as best as she could despite her disadvantageous upbringing. Surprisingly, she gets timely assistance from Rodney's mother, who adores her grandchild and dotes on him whenever possible.

Also, I must say that Melody has a lot of simmering rage just beneath her surface, tending towards anger very easily in situations that may not otherwise warrant polarised, furious responses. She also seems to have issues with authority figures at the workplace, which caused her at one time to switch jobs at a rapid rate.

Her experience with Rodney eventually turned her completely against heterosexual sex, simultaneously giving her a sometimes unhealthy distrust of men. With this realisation, she started to actively seek out the companionship and comfort of women, defining herself as an active (and proud) lesbian since she was 20 years old.

Melody's story came to mind when I was asked by the Lezline Blog about what I thought could make a heterosexual woman convert to lesbianism. I honestly feel that if Melody's upbringing had been more pleasant, she may not have made the choice she made.

I don't want you to think that I have a 'problem' with  Melody's choice (we've gone through several 'hunting in the same forest' jokes over the years, and not once has the thought crossed my mind that I or any other man need to try to 'convert' her). Being a lesbian is not a sign of weakness, inferiority or depravity; it is to me simply a choice of whom you choose to love and receive love from. And it certainly makes Melody a lot happier than when she was with Rodney ...

Saturday 25 April 2015

Adjustments



A lot of you may not be aware of this but my father is visually-impaired, as in blind. My father was born fully sighted and enjoyed quite a rich, entertaining and rewarding work experience. However, he contracted diabetes and through that glaucoma, which started robbing him of his eyesight. In March 2007, just a few days after his 59th birthday, glaucoma stole away his remaining vision, rendering him legally and totally blind.
Although I have two younger sisters, they both live abroad and have their own family/professional lives well underway. Remaining here in T&T were my mother and me (at the time I was still living in South Oropouche). What I want to share with you are the adjustments that my parents and I had to make in coping with my father’s new disability.

I think the most major adjustment was the one that my father had to make to his lifestyle and living situation. A disability is not an easy imposition to just accept in your life, especially if it is one that suddenly manifests in the victim’s life. And in my father’s case, he lost one of his five essential senses – sight.

If you feel that is no big thing, I challenge any of you to go just three hours of your life with your eyes completely shut (no peeking!) and see how you manage to get by your daily routine. That is what my father had to cope with, in a hurry as well. Through this I learned that sight plays a very important part in maintaining our upright balance. Although much of that function is handled by the inner ear, sight allows us to gauge our relationship in space with other objects, telling us visually when we are drifting/leaning too much in any one direction and allowing us to make corrections accordingly. Ask any blind person and they will tell you that one thing they dislike is having to stand up for prolonged periods without something to lean on or against. You may find that they appear to be fidgeting or drifting because they don’t have the sight correction ability to remain ‘in place’.
Life is complicated enough as it is with five senses available. How would you function with only four?
For those of you who like to think that life is like comic books, blind people are NOT like Matt Murdock aka Daredevil. Losing your sight does not heighten your remaining senses to superhuman levels. What it does do, though, is coerce you into using and relying on the four remaining senses to a larger extent, particularly your sense of hearing. The importance of some of these senses is often taken for granted when you can literally see around you. Most blind people get to know persons they interact with by voice recognition and even scent recognition. And extremes of noise or quiet can cause them to become disoriented too.

So let’s talk about those adjustments I mentioned earlier. When dealing with the visually impaired, it is sometimes very easy to make errors that aren’t immediately evident because you still have your sight. Most blind persons become creatures of routine in that they map out their living spaces in a manner that is easy for them to remember and navigate. Through this memorisation of their space, they learn to manoeuvre in it accordingly, sometimes to the point where any little deviation from that routine presents them with a genuine challenge.
For my mother, who likes to rearrange furniture to her liking with regularity, this put an end to some of her decorative efforts. For my father to get around the house, it became critical that positions of furniture become fixed so that he could learn where they were. Several barked shins, stubbed toes and rapped knuckles later, he could move freely about so that his own house did not become a complete mystery to him.

It also meant that we sighted ones had to be a bit more circumspect in where we placed items, even if temporarily. That basket of clothes you left at the top of the stair just to run and answer the phone? That could be a trap causing my father, who can’t see that it is there, to have a headlong fall after tripping over it. Put that sharp knife on the corner of the counter? My father could pass his hand along it and give himself a nasty gash
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For some blind persons, they prefer to meet/have most doors they encountered in a closed position. The reason for this is that the closed door allows them to situate themselves when moving from space to space and that it is difficult for them to know in advance if the door is slightly, partially or fully open. I was guilty of this once, and it caused by father a small cut just above his eyebrow.

The door to my parents’ bedroom is about five feet from my father’s bedside and opens inwards.  I had left the door ajar to go and do something else, forgetting it that way. When my mother summoned my father for lunch, he arose from the bed in his accustomed fashion, only to headbutt the open door! The sound made my mother and me run to the scene and the blow gave my father an instant headache to go along with the cut to his eyebrow.

Because my father’s loss of sight was diabetes-related and he also suffered from hypertension, some major dietary changes had to take place for him and (to the chagrin of my taste buds) for us. You’d be very surprised how sugar and salt –or the enforced lack thereof – can greatly affect your enjoyment of culinary delights. And in some case, limit what you can enjoy eating together as a family. My father can’t (or the more operative word, shouldn’t) be partaking of fast food, where sugar, salt and oil are present in artery-clogging abundance. It often means that quick eating solutions are far from ideal for me or my mother, far less for my father.

One local disadvantage I must point out is that the social services to support the disabled community, visually-impaired included, are woefully underdeveloped. Because some of these adjustments  I have mentioned apply to more than just the visually-impaired person, I feel that there should be more counselling and information services for the families and caregivers of the impaired. It is all well and good to teach a blind man to use a cane, read Braille or develop a useful skill but we who have to cohabit his/her world and coordinate lives within it need assistance too in handling this new situation. And that assistance is severely lacking in sweet T&T.

Adjustments may not always be or seem negative; sometimes there are positive ones. Before his blindness, my father would hardly use the computer, even though he had one at his personal disposal. Now that he is blind, he uses the computer daily to perform a variety of tasks, including using email and accessing news online. How does he do that, you might ask? Well, there are software platforms developed called screen readers, like JAWS (Job Access With Speech), that can read out to you any text that appears on-screen. With this installed on the system and learning to navigate using the keyboard, folks like my father have an appreciation of and presence in the cyber-world.

One thing I must tell you is that T&T society has not been the kindest it could be to the visually-impaired community, especially when it comes to employment opportunities. For decades, blind persons have been seen as more of a nuisance and bother and we sighted ones tended to cast them aside as we progressed, casting little thought to how developments should affect and include them. There was a time that being blind usually meant a life of making handicraft baskets or exploring some musical talent. I am proud to say that my father was one of the first blind persons in this country who re-entered the labour force after initially exiting it due to blindness. In other societies this may be commonplace but here that is a rarity! And he served as Executive Officer of the Trinidad & Tobago Blind Welfare Association for two years.

One of my fellow contributor to this great blogsohpere, Kizie Collins, has her own blog called Living In Silence, which is dedicated to discussing some challenges faced by the hearing-impaired community. Although the disabilities we face are not similar, the struggles and adjustments we make have significant overlap, as I learned from this post. And it is our hope that we can shed some light on these struggles, allowing you to have a better understanding and appreciation of this section of our populace. And if you need more information about the visually- or hearing-impaired community, please feel free to contact us.