Showing posts with label Duncan's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duncan's. Show all posts

Thursday, July 23, 2026

Nine months later!

I have always had a special love for the town of Black River, as growing up in deep rural St. Elizabeth, Black River was the closest place we could experience anything close to civilization.  

 I expressed my love and extreme sadness in a blog, shortly after Melissa destroyed our town.
https://joan-myviews.blogspot.com/2025/11/i-weep-for-black-rivervictims.html?m=1

Naturally when I returned to Jamaica, nine months later, Black River was a must visit for me.

That trip brought back the deep sadness at losing such an important part of our diverse history and great disappointment, as it appears so little has been done to try and address the devastation. 

For nine months later, Black River I remains a picture of pure desolation.

The vivacity of the town seems also gone and everything seems lost.

How are people even surviving when commercial activity remains almost at a standstill and people's abodes remain so inadequate and depressing, I wondered .

Yes the government has said it will build a new town away from the raging sea. But 9 months later, what has been done to even try and bring back a little normalcy and comfort to the lives of the thousands thousands who lost their homes and small businesses and need  to survive while the grandiose plans are being made?

Clearly the lack of action has nothing to do with the availability of funds, since the reports are that hundreds of millions of donated money, sit in the government's coffers while people sink deeper into despair.

It is disgrace too that there is so little sign that the infrastructure is being restored before the next hurricane strikes. 

 Not even the sea wall has been rebuilt or shored up to protect whats left of our beloved town. 

The bridge which had been our pride and joy for so many decades, and which attaches Black River to numerous satellites districts in St. Elizabeth, looks like it can fall into the river at any time.

 Driving along the Crane Road to Parotee is even more heart breaking as no structure, residential or commercial seems to have escaped Melissa's wrath.

 That area is vulnerable, but living humans have to exist there while the plans are being made.

Nine months later, very few structures look in anyway habitable and in the interim, the area has become one big garbage dump.

Does the National Solid Waste Management Authority (NSWMA) exost to deal with garbage or is that just a fancy name for another ineffective government agency?

I ask as every inch of that area is covered by nothing but hurricane debris, nine months later

That same debris which will most likely end up in the water when the next big breeze blows and further destroy whats left of the fragile environment there.

I lived through another major hurricane called Gilbert. That was in 1988, and not only did Gilbert only devastate a few parishes but indeed the entire island

We got a lot of support from near and far, but even before lights were restored everywhere, you could see signs that a serious and efficient government was in place, as people were quickly employed in every parish to clean up and restore the infrastructure. 

Why didn't we see any people at work doing any cleaning up in Black River and its environmens? That area just seems to be at  a standstill!

Who cares?

And don't tell me that the NSWMA is busy, as no where in south west or north west Jamaica did we observe even one garbage truck at work. 

In fact, in town after town through which we drove from Montego Bay to Black River, we saw signs that people were being responsible, as garbage was neatly piled into huge receptacles along the roadways. 

But they were all overflowing as clearly trucks were not coming through to clear the containers.

Jamaicans are supposed to be religious people and one has always heard the phrase cleanliness is next to godliness, but no one seems to have told the comfortable directors in the offices of the NSWMA about that!

Even in Duncan's, Trelawny where not too much hurricane damage was done, when you walk on the streets, the stench of garbage is overwhelming, for since the NSWMA does not seem to collect garbage anymore, people have resorted to dumping their garbage in the drains or that's where it ends up when the collection bins overflow. 

Blocked drains and rain are incompatible, so I shudder to think of what awaits people as the government coffers overflow with donated funds, while the garbage piles up and the infrastructure remains vulnerable because nothing is being done while the money sits in banks as the people perish.

Yes, Melissa was a major disaster but the lack of government action which has followed has made life even more hopeless for thousands of our fellow Jamaicans😪. 

It's a crying shame.









 

Thursday, August 1, 2024

Thankful for small mercies

 Having bruk mi duck in the big fish sport last week, I went out this morning with high hopes of exceeding my record.

 For then I caught two, a seven pounder and a five pounder.

My goal today was therefore three large barracudas, but alas I only returned with two and they were not as large as my first catch.


Thankful for small mercies though. And shh, some people caught less😁.



Total catch 3. Joan 2😊

We went out at sunrise and it was absolutely beautiful and inspiring.


The sea was calm and serene and a cruise ship was on its way to Falmouth.

Even if I catch nothing or just quarter pounders on these trips, I love these treks to Silver Sands, compliments of my brother Bernie.

It's such a quiet, beautiful place.



I am really blessed. 

Giving thanks.



Monday, September 28, 2009

Silver Sands Beach




This weekend, I learnt something about most muggers. That is, they are really cowards who when not having the element of surprise to jump the defenseless, are mere wimps.

Here I was at Silver Sands resort in Duncans, Trelawny, when on Sunday, for my exercise I decided to walk up to the town. I had my earphones in my ears as usual. On the way back, I saw a man appear behind me and heard him calling out to me as I walked down the hill. I ignored him. He followed me the entire journey down, crossing the road when I did and saying things that I could not hear because of the music.

As we got to the lonely spot where there is a gravel turnoff to Duncan's Bay, I decided that I did not want this man following me further as that section was quite bushy and less trafficked. So I walked on to the gravel track, pretended to be heading to Duncan’s Bay. I then picked a large stone and quickly turned around to confront him with my hand with the stone in it, raised right in his face and shouted "Weh yu a fallaw mi fah?" 

I suppose he had thought I was just another defenseless woman whom he could intimidate, mug or whatever. What he did not anticipate was my reaction so he jumped out his boots when he saw my upraised hand and the large rock. He certainly had no time to get to any weapon if he had one.

 Although he had followed me on to the path to Duncan’s Bay he protested rather weakly in a very shaky voice that he had not been following me. I told him was he was a dirty liar for he had crossed the road each time I did and was calling out things to me. It was really quite funny to see him cower but I did not press my luck, instead, pushed him aside and went back on to the main road. I then stopped to see what he would do but he walked off into the bushes, so I continued my exercise. 

I suppose he will be more careful who he chooses to mess with in the future.

Apart from that incident , it was an absolutely wonderful weekend. We got down there around 7 pm Friday night and after drinks with Bernie (my brother) his wife and friends, turned in.

On Saturday morning at 6am., we went out fishing in a 28 foot Boston Whaler with experienced fisherman Errol. Thank God for that for if we hadn’t, we would probably have all ended upon in hospital. This is because Joan the great fisherwoman, caught the largest fish....about a 3/4 pound fish called a "stinging grouper"(aka Scorpion Fish. Thanks to Valerie Charles' suggestion on Facebook, I looked it up and found the info at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scorpaenidae ).

 None of us knew anything about these fish at the time, but Errol quickly cut it off the line and threw it back explaining that if any of the bones touched our skin, it was instantly poisonous and some people even became swollen and had to be hospitalized. 

He further told us that for years there was a doctor in Falmouth by the name of Dr. Foote and for years that fish was called "Dr. Foote" for that is where those who caught it and tried to release it from the line in the normal manner, ended up!

I was extremely sorry to see my fish go back in the water (dead of course) since it was the biggest fish I had ever caught! Would you also believe that there is a fish called Nayga fish? Apparently the colonial masters gave it that name because it is jet black and our people have just continued to use that name. It resembles a doctor fish and but is full black. Bernie caught one.

As usual the beach was absolutely beautiful, warm and calm. At about 11am the visitors started to arrive for the domino session. My very first set with Stewie as my partner, we got six love

But wait for it, we then dropped 17 love before ending the last of three sets with 6/1! At that point I thought I should retire lest I ruined my reputation. So I went to play scrabble and won two of three games.

However it was the draw of the dominoes slamming down that I could not resist. So back I went to one of the tables after a wonderful buffet dinner (there were about 35 guests) only to get two six loves. Temporary retirement from dominoes for me after that, just drinks, animated conversation and listening to great music for the rest of the session.

On Sunday it was back to the beach and later to the pool, until it was time to come back to miserable Kingston

Oh for more weekends like this.