So I'm in Place X in Trinidad and "Random Trini" and I begin conversing. The conversation going good. We both love all things Machel and hate anything to do with a diet.
Random Trini: "blah....blah...blah."
Me: "Blah,blah....blah,blah."
Random Trini: "Blah.....blah....blah."
Me: "Blah, blah...blah, blah."
Random Trini: “So where yuh from?"
Me: “Laventille” *making sure ah pronounce it just right (not
too ghetto and not too freshwater yankee)*
Random Trini's once smiling face suddenly begins to contort into something between confusion, disdain and fear (and if "Random Trini" happens to be a guy “tracking”, utter and complete horror)……… A sentence
begins to form, but, the words trickle out sluggishly as if in slow motion*
Random Trini: “You…….from……Laventille?
Me:*with a beauty pageant smile i.e., fake as hell* “Yes”
Okay, so maybe the slow motion thing only happens in my
head. Random Trini's reaction to hearing I'm from Laventille though......typical.
As we "natives" of “The Hills” unfortunately know all too
well, there is a mark of disgrace; a stain of reproach; a stigma associated
with all things Laventille. So much so, that many persons, much like Peter
denied Christ, deny their Laventille roots. And who can blame them, when the
only portrayal shown of Laventille is a place permeated with gangs, guns and
violence, streets saturated with the blood of young men.
Me, I have never denied my beloved Laventille and I never will. I know she is flawed, but, I see her beauty still. I understand her struggles, I am familiar with her strength, I perceive her potential.
So, with this blog, allow me to show you the Laventille not shown in
the media. A place where a sense of community still exists among us residents; A
community where the village still raises the child; A village where yuh neighbour will send
over a plate of food when she cook something she know yuh like.
If you journey with me, you will see Laventille, through the eyes of one who loves her deeply, my eyes. Then, maybe you too will begin to see her charm.
If you journey with me, you will see Laventille, through the eyes of one who loves her deeply, my eyes. Then, maybe you too will begin to see her charm.