When I turned 18, I did two things that signified for me my coming of age. I opened a bank account, and I took out a life insurance policy. An agent of Colonial Life had come to our home pursuing our business. Convinced by his booming presence, and his knowledgeable, …
Read More »Vaneisa: The Sabina mystery continues—inspirational tale, or historical misinformation?
Alas, the mystery of Sabina Park’s name remains a matter of speculation. Three things are clear however. There was a woman named Sabina Park. There was a place called Sabina Park Pen, and Sabina Park is a Test ground in Jamaica. The most probable explanation is that the ground was …
Read More »Vaneisa: The secret life of Sabina Park—Jamaica’s tribute to a defiant woman slave
Sabina Park was a woman. More than that, she was a slave. More than that, she was an enslaved woman who took the life of her four-month-old son. At her trial in the Half Way Tree court, she admitted to the infanticide. The Crown witness relayed her complaint that “she …
Read More »Vaneisa: “I’d never have believed the volume if I’d not seen it myself”—my war with African snails
Not since an army of bachacs stripped every leaf off a red-leaf ficus and a bird pepper plant overnight about 20 years ago, have I seen such complete decimation. The giant African snail has come to town in stealthy and voracious numbers, licking up agricultural lands and little home gardens …
Read More »Vaneisa: Suffering for silence, with missing fireworks legislation and EMA inactivity
Nearly 80 per cent of the people responding to a survey done by the Environmental Management Authority (EMA) said fireworks affected them negatively. Without knowing the extent of the survey, it is still a large and significant proportion. Another of their surveys said the majority of the animals affected (60 …
Read More »Vaneisa: Foggy days of fatigue and other post-Covid symptoms
I’ve come to believe that what I had thought to be a vicious bout of both acid reflux and one of my lifelong afflictions, bronchitis, was really some form of Covid. By the time it occurred to me that it might be, it was too late for a conclusive test; …
Read More »Vaneisa: A poignant wingspan of beauty and hope—the prison reform passion of Debbie and Kim
Grief was palpable in her Facebook post; a jolting reminder of the savage, indelicate and arbitrary nature of life. Akili Charles had been gunned down in the night, mere days after his legal challenge to the criminal justice system had been supported by the Privy Council. Those accused of murder …
Read More »Vaneisa: Backward into misogyny; the problem with “old men” and a “patriarchal world”
Old men are the worst. They see the world as theirs to do whatever they please. No matter the circumstance of birth, they have been conditioned to believe in their inherent superiority. They din born so. They were taught so. By the time they are old enough to have sense, …
Read More »Vaneisa: Chicken salad to go—a sandwich adventure
When I was 16, I got a job as the receptionist at a small printery on Sellier Street in St Augustine. It was not my first job—I’d left school the year before and had worked briefly at two or three places since. One of the Seafood Enterprises outlets occupies that …
Read More »Vaneisa: Making market; the “old-time feeling of neighbourliness” within a noble profession
Inside Madeo’s mini mart, the place in Aranjuez where I buy dahi, a tray with eight breadfruits the size of grapefruits sat on the counter. I had never seen such small ones being offered for sale, but since Madeo was always keen to market unusual fare, I was intrigued. They …
Read More »Vaneisa: Acid reflux and burning desires—the consequences of our “zesty palates”
Bird peppers turned up everywhere. You didn’t have to plant them; they took root wherever they were dropped off by their bird friends. Small and innocuous looking, they were hot—none of the warning signs like scotch bonnets, whose succulent exteriors were a fire alarm. My younger brother, at four, was …
Read More »Vaneisa: Going back to our roots—flour is no longer my staple
I have had a lifelong love for curries. When I was a child, my favourite meal was rice, dhal and curried chicken. It was actually the rice and the curried chicken, but we were made to have the dhal on it. It felt like an interloper, interrupting the concentrated taste …
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