GONE ARE THE DAYS

Its the beginning of the summer vacation here in Trinidad & Tobago an I couldn't help but wonder what the kids between ages 12-17 are doing for this two month period, what caused to wonder, you see I was on my way to work and on passing through a particular area I noticed alot of the young people from the neighborhood just sitting there on street corners and to the front of homes as if there was nothing to do.

As I drove I couldn't help but think back to the days of my youth when school was out for the summer vacation, a feeling of nostalgia overwhelmed me and I longed to be on summer vacation like the school kids so I could go do the things that we did back when we were little, but as I reminisced on what was, reality crept back in slowly and brought me to the realization that; Gone are the days.
Gone are the days when children went to the mango fields when off from school, the mango trees are no longer there, they have given way to houses.
Gone are the days when boys and girls went to the cane fields in search of the premium breed sugar canes or as we called it experimental, the cane field lay empty and barren from over planting and harvesting some of the plots are now laid with duplexes and condominiums.
Gone are the days when teenage boys would go to the citrus fields with bags on their backs to harvest oranges, grapefruit and Portugal to sell to make enough money to go see a movie, the citrus field no longer exist, the place where it used to be is now a gated community or a controlled environment.
Gone are those days when we raided the cashew fields and made chow or wines with the cashew fruit and roasted or baked the cashew nuts, even play a game of marbles against one another for the cashew nuts before roasting them, the cashew fields are now filled with Million dollar houses.
The chennette trees, the almond trees the tonkabean trees and the coconut trees are nowhere to be found all taken over by industrial estates.

Therein lies the woes of the activity or inactivity of this country's young ones.
Gone are the days when the guys would come out on evenings and play Small goal soccer/football the void is now filled with football/soccer on the Playstation2/3.
Gone are the days when cricket would be played in the community savanna or roadways, that time is now utilized playing Brian Lara cricket on play station or XBox.
Gone are the days when the boys would play the girls a game of rounders and lose to them just to make them feel good, this time is now spent on the computer visiting social network sites like Facebook and the likes of twitter.
Gone are the days when a good river lime was enjoyed by all, the rivers are now polluted with chemicals and filth.
Gone are the days when races were run in the street every evening now it seems like everyone has a Wii.
Gone are the days when you'd leave your neighborhood and go to another to see what your friend was up too, these neighborhoods are now patrolled by armed gangsters.

Its sad to look back at those days and say they were good days, kids should be able to say these are good days, but who know, my days was good they will probably think the same when they are older and look back at live then to their now and say Gone are those days.
Dexter Harroo

Natures wonder!

Gods promise, a reminder of the water and the pending fire!
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Women and casinos

Why is it in Trinidad & Tobago the casinos is always filled with women?
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With all the rain were having the hills look lusssh and green!
Dexter Harroo

The life of a Trinidadian: The fight/she beat them down

The life of a Trinidadian: The fight/she beat them down

8 Questions shrinks ask.

If y'all will be so kind as to answer some of these questions for me please, the ones you're comfortable with!

1. Have you ever killed before?

2. Have you ever taught about killing before?

3. Have you ever wounded anyone? If yes with what and why, male or female?

4. Have you ever taken any type of addictive substances, including pres and non pres drugs?

5. Were you ever abused as a child? If yes by whom?

6. Do you hear voices in your head? If yes what do they say to you?

7, do you find yourself waking up at early hours of the morning sweating profusely and stare at the wall for hours?

8. What do you fantasize most about doing?

Dexter Harroo

The fight/she beat them down

She's a beautiful woman! Tall, thick in size not fat well rounded bumper small waist, to put it in a nutshell, she had the coca cola bottle shape with a beautiful face! The kind of woman that any man wouldn't think twice about making his mate, by looking at her you'd never know she was the mother of four kids, but she had a wicked temper, that of some creature from the abyss and the mannerisms of a heard of un-domesticated swines.


Everything was normal on this particular Friday night, the kids were finishing up their chores, the step dad was watching television and the mum was checking over all that the kids was supposed to have already done when she noticed that one of the kids didn't do something that was to be done, even though she had Claim to have done it. The pleasant humming stopped and you heard a bellowing call to the offending child, "Tia"!! The child was frantic, in her mind she was saying: "oh no I've been busted", yes mum I'm coming she answered and what happened after that Could've sold a million in the box office.

She grabbed the child and gave her a whooping/sweet cut ass in Trinidad parlance, but the child was a dramatist! just like her mother, she wouldn't stop screaming even after the whooping had stopped for like ten minutes before, she was looking for an audience and she had gotten it. You see there was other tenants that shared the compound and one was the step dads uncle, everyone affectionately called him uncle S. He came around storming from his apartment with a shovel in hand, "why the hell you beating that child like that?" he shouted to the mother, you better stay out of my business when I'm disciplining my kids, he made a mistake to his demise, he lifted the shovel as if to hit the mother.

She launched at him with the precision, strength and ferocity of a Lioness protecting her cub and he was down she took him up and put him down again this happened for approximately four times, all the while he's crying can somebody help me please! The call was heard by his nephew who taught he was coming to his uncles aid but was met by an angry wild beast, it was as though she sensed him coming and turned with the agility of the wild beast of which she transformed into whenever she was angry or felt threatened, she put uncle S in a head lock you could hear his neck crack, threw him to the ground and leaped forward greeting her lover in mid air with an open palm to the face, he was floored, she stood over them and uttered unintelligible words as if to say I told you never interfere when I'm correcting my kids!

The cops came two hours after, everyone gave their account of what had happened to the police, the investigating officers couldn't help but laugh at the incident asking the two men repeatedly as if to make fun at them, so what did she do to you? Then informed them that there was nothing that they could do but if they wished they could bring civil charges against her, then they left and the feuding parties went back to being one big happy family,' as though nothing ever happened.