Saturday was Fete with the Saints and also football at the Ato Boldon Stadium. Sunday was the T&T International Marathon which resulted in pain, pain and more pain on Monday.
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How did we get to such a sad state?
Trinidad is in a sad, sad state. How did we get here? When we became an independent nation, we apparently abandoned a good work ethic. Not apparently—we did. The “massa day done” syndrome kicked in. What Trinis didn’t realise was that massa was also gone, and the people they were working for, and the country they were working in, were their own.
We have reached crisis stage where it pertains to work, and a good work ethic. Our workforce resembles wayward children. Unless we rein this monster in now, we will forever be living in dirty, unkempt, dilapidated surroundings and complaining about poor service. There is a good saying, “the people who are the most free are the ones who have the most self control”. Unfortunately it doesn’t apply to us. Trinidadians are out of control.
How can we fix this? We need supervisors who actually supervise. We need them to check for quality. It takes effort, I know, but it has to be done. We need to educate young mothers how to be mothers. We have generations of people who have forgotten how to nurture. We have too many infants left in the care of institutions, when they should be at home, with mom.
Nobody ever completes a job properly any more. Cepep, and all it’s former aliases, were supposed to provide short-term employment for people who needed a head start, or for those who could not be employed otherwise. It was not meant to be a way of living. If they did a decent job of cleaning up it wouldn’t be so bad, but our drains and verges are still a mess. No proper supervision.
When you go into any office or store, and are greeted by staff mesmerised by their cell phones; this exemplifies a lack of good supervision. I am tired of walking around people in the aisles, packing goods, whilst chatting away merrily about everything under the sun, on their cell phones. Pack the goods and get out of the way. Recently, when I went into a bank, the “guard”, was sitting in a crumpled heap, in the shade, outside. What sort of confidence does that instil in me? You’re a guard for goodness sake, please try to look the part.
And to all those folk who support their unions, no matter what, be prepared for the next day of “total policing”, and wither in those long lines at the immigration counters, because you are aiding and abetting that type of behaviour.
Do you think any of the tourists in those lines will be coming back? Do you think that is helping T&T in any way? When police officers refuse to wear body cameras, and are allowed to tell their supervisors “we ain’t doing it”, you know we are a failed nation.
So, go and support your union, but don’t complain when the country falls apart, because no one is held accountable for anything any more.
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