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Wired868 abandons satire in this series to go straight for the forehead: Call me Ishmael. The name my mother gave me not too good at the moment; so is best to use this one to get a Government cheque. I work CEPEP, or 10-days as allyuh like to call it. …

At the height of the Chaguanas West by-election last year, I wrote an article titled “Sinking in the mud” which highlighted the low level of campaigning and the depths to which some candidates sank in order to win votes. I wrote at the time “the rhetoric from the various campaigns …

I was thinking recently how difficult it must be to acquire a mannequin. In fact, especially in Trinidad, it could be one of the most embarrassing moments of your life. Consider that you reach the point where you believe, for whatever reason or purpose, you must have a mannequin. The …

There is an award-winning movie called “No Country For Old Men” which still resonates with me especially since I qualified some time ago, galloping from youth into middle-age and then hobbling into senior citizenship. While some of my friends, high on potency pills, say things like “A man is as …

Universities are generally considered to be hallowed halls, a place where minds both young and mature go to explore and investigate new reams and upper limits of thinking, while removing barriers and boundaries, all with the acceptance that the end will see human kind better for all the expectations that …

The following is the third in a series of poems from “Voices From The Ghetto”, published by author Gaiven Clairmont and serialised in Wired868:  The tears flood her face As it already floods her heart She kneels to pray With distress etched through her frowns Frowns in response to the …

The following is the second in a series of poems from “Voices From The Ghetto”, published by author Gaiven Clairmont and serialised in Wired868:  I’ve been in situations like this before But it hasn’t been as hopeless as this As the rope digs into my flesh Painfully reminding me of …

The Black Butterflies: Chapter eight December 22nd, 1992. We all woke up late, the next morning. Arlene was up first and I filled her in about last night, while she finished up breakfast. Patrick joined us a little later and informed us that he had some men sweeping the house …

The following is the first in a series of poems from “Voices From The Ghetto”, published by author Gaiven Clairmont and serialised in Wired868:  She dusts off her pillow Before setting it adjacent to her bed She kneels solemnly As she acknowledges her Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ She begins …

The Black Butterflies: Chapter seven  December 21st, 1992. The house did not start to take on the feel of Christmas until this day. We had more or less breezed through the weekend.Some of the plans that we discussed were in action, the surveillance of our one main lead so far …

The Black Butterflies: Chapter six  December 18th, 1992  Four days later. I was in the house waiting for everyone to return. I had paced the area of the study, my room and the living room enough times, and I was sure the floor was wearing away under the soles of …

Wired868 abandons satire to go straight for the forehead in this new series called: “An offbeat look at…” Scene: A police station interrogation room. A young man wearing handcuffs looks across the table at a police sergeant and constable. Young man: Man is born free and everywhere he is in …