They came in our lives promising us salvation,
Promising us revelation, a better life without tribulation.
They told us about a One High God, an Almighty being,
whom we must worship and serve in order to live again.
We were transfigured,
and subsequently accepted the faith;
Not knowing that we would have to be their servants
In order to serve their God!
The General Election is mere months away. The PLP government has gone into overdrive hiring public relations officers to promote the successes of the PLP and to ensure that the Bahamian populace is aware of all of its anchor projects. Every day, the Bahamian populace is subliminally reminded about the PLP’s promise of ‘help and hope’ and salvation for Bahamian masses. But alas, the majority of Bahamians are still waiting for that ‘help,’ thank God for ‘hope.’ Dem with their “so said…so done” slogan. Both ZNS and BIS journalists are inundated with press releases. Neither of them are in search of governmental news; in fact they appear to be omnipresent when it comes to governmental news, be it big, small or trivial. It seems as if there is never a need to call them; they seem to be permanent shadow fixtures of the governmental Ministers: beyond doubt, there must be a reporter assigned to each government Minister.
Just this week, MPs whom the public havent heard from in months can be seen given press statements and orchestrating social committees. Mr. Adderley, Ms. Bridgewater and Ms. Marcel mouths are now filled with colourful and intriguing words. It seems as if now a days they have something interesting to say. However, the words are like the Prime minister’s: utter babble! Useless, colourful speeches, that frustrates the public.
And then there is the FNM. ‘The want ta be government.’ You will never see it, no time soon! In a few weeks, they will be celebrating their short lived 10 year of governance. Apparently, they have something to cheer about. Poor fellows! Perhaps they have forgotten why they were voted out in the first place. Don’t worry, they will be reminded again, in a few months. To this day, they still have no clue what went wrong during the last general election, subsequently they are doomed to repeat the same mistake. Sigh, and they saying that with them there is still “better to come.” But was it better before? Oh well!
But all ain’t bad you know. More than one woman can born a Bahamian Prime Minister. Ya boy Cassius Stuart looking better everyday, when you compare him to these dimwits! Perhaps, he is our Bahamian saviour. The only one scandal free. The only one without an apparent hidden agenda. The only one who don’t want sell out the country to fat up his own pocket.
So, I say, let’s dance to the tune Bahamas and vote out of the regular brown raggity box and sing the refrain of “all we are saying is, we gan give Cassius Stuart a chance!”
It started from a kiss
It started from a kiss: A sweet and innocent kiss,
A kiss that can be compared to any other.
Then, from that kiss, that passionate kiss,
Tongues danced and enjoyed each other.
And from that kiss that simple kiss,
Desire did flare and bloom,
Creating a need to touch and caress,
Thus the need to go further loomed.
And from a touch, a harmless touch:
One that was awkward yet light,
A lust did flourish that surmounted all lust,
Which urged bodies to rub in the night.
And from that touch: a pleasurable touch,
A need to explore was plain,
A need to expose certain parts,
A need to be a sexual being.
And from this need, this basic need,
Flesh met flesh with desire,
Breaths quicken and pulse raced,
And bodies did perspire.
And because of a kiss, a simple kiss,
Bodies yearned for each other,
Proving the fact, that there is more to a kiss
For the need will arise to go further.
With that being said, I took specific interest in His Excellency, Ambassador Keod Smith’s contribution to the House. Unfortunately, I caught the tail end of his speech, nevertheless, from what I had grasp from it, he proported that it is time to retire the statues of Columbus located in front of the Government House and Queen Victoria located down town Rawson’s square. Mr. Smith would like for these statues to be replaced by contemporary Bahamians, namely Lynden Pindling and the likes.
Sadly, MP Smith questions the significance of such statues in regards to Bahamian History. Apparently, he thinks that such statues take away from our nationalism. He looks at these monuments as foreign entities, a sore thumb that sticks out on our beautiful hand.
However, I would like to remind Mr. Smith that the Bahamas is made up of stories. Each story be they good or bad are connected. Each story is important and tells the history of us, where we are, where we came from and where we are going. So let Columbus stand, and continue to tell his story of the Bahamas.
The
Bahamas: one fat prostitute making its way through the world unscrupulously selling its wares, its innocent self to the highest bidder in order to gain mere trinkets.
Clearly, it seems as if our country is being pimped out to the highest bidder by the powers that be to rich johns from around the world who are just looking for a quick fix, a cheap thrill at the expense of the Bahamian people.
Everyday, we see our culture and our ethics being cast aside in order to make a quick, yet small profit. Our basic self-expressions, our simplistic way of living are being curtailed and lambasted in order to entertain a foreign mass, an entity who does not appreciate nor care about what is truly Bahamain. They come here wielding a sweaty fist full of dollars charming us to spread ourselves open so that ‘they can give us so called pleasure, so they can share their so called glorious essences with us, seed with us, so they can give us this so called much needed thrashing we need in order for us to become a better country, a better people.’
They gaze upon our voluptuous and bountiful beaches and claim it for themselves; telling us that they are perserving it for our own benefit, for our future. Yet they don’t actually allow us to use it. Few people realize that one must pay a dollar to go beaching over PI. And that hotels throughout the Bahamas are now putting up barriers on their so called ‘public beach’ in order to protect their guests. But to protect them from who? Is it us that they are afraid of: the Bahamians? That being said, there is now a proliferation of gated communities that claim once popular off the beaten trail beaches and woodlands. Lyford is expanding and putting up fences, Treasure cove has a phase II and now their is talks about making parts of Cable Beach gated…It is clear that they are purchasing all the land for themselves, not us. So many acres of prime Bahamian land gone, no longer available nor affordable to the average Bahamian.
But it doesn’t stop just there. We watch aimlessly as they make the down town areas a third choice for the tourist and we say nothing about it. There is no need to go to the tented straw market, there is an airconditioned straw market over PI not to mention a sophisticated marina village with mintrals and artisans wisking about. We watch idlely as they change the landscape and the social culture of Cable Beach strip: to become a potential Sodem and Gamorrah: the sin city. A refined middle class community changed into a las Vegas gambling strip with undoubtedly an adult theme. Clearly a foreign night life culture that is completely contrary to Bahamian living.
Subsequently, with the promises of more jobs and a thriving economy, they have us commit to heads of agreement which the majority of Bahamians are not interested in doing, moreso, not interested in having in our country. Objections from the vast majority of Bahamians regarding LNG have been ignored. Cries from residents on Guana Cay regarding that unwanted project are being silenced. When will it stop!
CN
