Two Bullets Hit Rio 2016 Olympic Equestrian Site, one fired at blimp

RIO DE JANEIRO – Officials at the 2016 Rio Olympics aren’t dodging inquiries as those attending the Games worry about dodging bullets in the Deodoro region of the city. Three separate incidents of gunfire (or alleged gunfire) have occurred in Deodoro, which sits about 30 minutes away from the Olympic Park and is home to … Continue reading Two Bullets Hit Rio 2016 Olympic Equestrian Site, one fired at blimp

Seaview Gardens Jamaica: Breaking StopLights, Breaking Bodies by Denise N. Fyffe

The Spanish Town Road area is considered a built up area and as such the speed limit is 50km. Mind you this is tad bit slow for certain sections, but it is definitely warranted at this major thoroughfare. I have seen many vehicles passing me so fast, I am left in fumes and a mirage of their tail end.

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Seaview Gardens

The stoplight on Spanish Town Road and Seaview Gardens intersection is a scary place for any motorists or pedestrian. You never know if the drivers who drive by will be breaking lights or breaking bodies.

My Experience

One of the scariest times of year is the Christmas season. During this time, I approach the intersection, with the fear of God in my heart and a prayer on my lips. December 2014, was especially memorable, because every time I was at that stoplight, at least six cars on both sides of the road ran the light, including Trucks.

Earlier this year, the stoplight changed to allow us to come across the intersection, but I heard the horn of a large truck speeding from the six miles side, having no intention to stop, even though the lights changed at least 4 seconds before. My car was half way…

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Seaview Gardens Jamaica: Draw Bad Card, Disturbing the Peace by Denise N. Fyffe

I want to disturb my neighbour,
‘Cause I’m feelin’ so right;
I want to turn up my disco,
Blow them to full watts tonight, eh! – Bob Marley

Read in between those lines.

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Seaview Gardens

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Bob Marley‘s “Draw bad card’, yes, that’s what pumping on this lane in Seaview Garden’s at 6:00 o’clock in the evening. The next door neighbor seem to be mouthing whomever triggered a week of quiet. It was blessed peace that reigned when the ‘siphoners‘ of electricity got abruptly disconnected.

The uneventful and quiet weekend was duly shattered when the words of our pioneer Reggae singer, Bob Marley, were chanted with bravado.

Bob Marley‘s “Draw bad card’ lyrics

You a-go tired fe see me face;
Can’t get me out of the race.
Oh, man, you said I’m in your place
And then you draw bad cyard –

I want to disturb my neighbour,
‘Cause I’m feelin’ so right;
I want to turn up my disco,
Blow them to full watts tonight, eh! –

Read in between those lines. Even though there is a…

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Seaview Gardens Jamaica: Teenage Moonlight Lovers 2 by Denise N. Fyffe

Recently the police have been conducting raids on parties and they have arrested children, who should otherwise be in their beds, and their parents face prosecution as well. After I wrote my article, I discovered this article: 20 children arrested at party in Seaview Gardens

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The Mating Call

lovers-271191_1280At night, the Seaview Gardens teenage moonlight lovers come out in all their glory. Shorts and skirts are worn, leaving nothing to the imagination and allowing free access to parts which should otherwise remain under chaste custody. But no, they are drawn like the tide by the high summer moon, then they pair up and sneak off; mingling the way lovers do.

In the early years, I was quite perplexed for a season and wondered if I had drifted into the Amazon jungle. It seems every time some youth passed by the lane, all kinds of birds chattered after him. I soon realized that like the maroons of Jamaica who traveled through the hilly terrain of the interior, these ingenious hormone-filled teenagers had ciphered a way to send messages to each other.

Usually grills and doors would open and young teens would be seen wandering off into…

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Seaview Gardens Jamaica: Teenage Moonlight Lovers by Denise N. Fyffe

It is the natural order of life for males to be attracted to females. It is a natural game for one to seek the other and hopscotch their way into a relationship. What is not natural is seeing young boys and girls openly engaging in big man and big woman activities.

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teenage moonlight loversIt is the natural order of life for males to be attracted to females. It is a natural game for one to seek the other and hopscotch their way into a relationship. What is not natural is seeing young boys and girls openly engaging in big man and big woman activities. Children are only at this stage once and should enjoy their childhood, learn and mature in a timely manner. Not in Seaview Gardens and many other communities in Jamaica. There seems to be a race for the joys and pleasures of adulthood, which can be dangerous for these teenage moonlight lovers, our children.

We all know about hanky panky, but this is now an epidemic among our youths. In recent years, Jamaica has seen a sharp rise in child sexual abuse and child kidnapping cases. But really, we knew this was coming, because as a nation we have tolerated…

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Seaview Gardens Jamaica: The Violence by Denise N. Fyffe

Violence, is a common reaction for people bred in a volatile community. I am not used to it, nor am I trying to assimilate to such a culture. It is hard enough trying to consistently curb my own inclinations to such.

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Violence, is a common reaction for people bred in a volatile community. I am not used to it, nor am I trying to assimilate to such a culture. It is hard enough trying to consistently curb my own inclinations to such.

The dictionary defines violence as “behaviour involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something.”

I moved to Seaview Gardens in 2010, with preconceived notions of the place I was about to live. In those early years, it was not as bad as I expected, but somethings did hold true. Like the incidents of violence that I witnessed. Going in, TV scenes of the Tivoli Incursion was repeated on loop in my mind’s eye and I prayed to God that such would only be real in my overactive imagination.

My neighbours did not make this belief easy; they were the constant thorn in my side and…

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Seaview Gardens: Babies Bawling by Denise N. Fyffe

Its a constant war,
Its a constant tug and fight;
I keep here babies bawling
morning, noon and night;
All I here is bawling, bawling, bawling;
All I here is crying, crying, crying;
Tears and more tears
But no one seems to care.

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Its a constant war,
Its a constant tug and fight;
I keep here babies bawling
morning, noon and night;
All I here is bawling, bawling, bawling;
All I here is crying, crying, crying;
Tears and more tears
But no one seems to care.

Copyright © 2015, Denise N. Fyffe

About the writer:
Poetess Denise N. Fyffe has worked in Information Technology positions for fifteen years. She is also a trained counselor and teacher. Meeting the challenges of the recession head on, she transitioned into being a successful freelance writer for many local and international clients.

She has published many books of  including

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Seaview Gardens: The Rass and di light wire by Denise N. Fyffe

Zinnn, whum!

“What da hell!” I exclaimed, flying out of my sofa as all appliances and electronics gave up di ghost.

I moved quickly to my living-room window and door to see what had happened outside. It sounded like Transformers and Optimus Prime had landed in my front yaad or di military had finally decided to launch the nuke on Seaview Gardens and wipe us off the map.

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Zinnn, whum!

“What da hell!” I exclaimed, flying out of my sofa as all appliances and electronics gave up di ghost.

I moved quickly to my living-room window and door to see what had happened outside. It sounded like Transformers and Optimus Prime had landed in my front yaad or di military had finally decided to launch the nuke on Seaview Gardens and wipe us off the map.

As I looked outside, curtains were being drawn and doors, windows and every entrance of my neighbours’ homes were being opened as everyone wanted to know “what da hell was dat?”

Within a few seconds word came from the next pathway over, that a man had thrown a wire on the high tension line.

“Yuh seh wah”

“Di high tension line”

“Him a idiot”

“Den nuh mus, yuh caan trow wire pan high tension line?”

“Him dead?”

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Seaview Gardens: Wukliss Mumma by Denise N. Fyffe

A ‘wukliss mumma’. One of those who open their legs to men for favours, have the babies and abandon them as soon as they can walk. Spitting out three children and now they crawl through the pathways of Seaview Gardens, constantly and at all hours of the night. I itch to write his story, to declare the truth and injustice which he suffers. It is a crime and no one truly helps.

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It breaks my heart every time I see him; this young boy, abandoned by his mother in every way, though he still lives with her. She is the true depiction of what we call in the ghetto, a ‘wukliss mumma’. One of those who open their legs to men for favours, have the babies and abandon them as soon as they can walk. Spitting out three children and now they crawl through the pathways of Seaview Gardens, constantly and at all hours of the night. I itch to write his story, to declare the truth and injustice which he suffers. It is a crime and no one truly helps.

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Dean walks about the community every day, to and fro and back again. He goes from his aunt’s house or combs the pathways for his mother. No more than 11 years old, he tugs his little…

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Seaview Gardens: Yuh tink me an yuh a size by Denise N. Fyffe

“Yuh tink me an yuh a size!”

Almost every Jamaican child has heard this volley back at them in the heights of their misbehavior. It is no simple utterance and must be taken as a premeditated threat with serious repercussions to follow, which aims to put you back into your place.

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“Yuh tink me an yuh a size!”

Almost every Jamaican child has heard this volley back at them in the heights of their misbehavior. It is no simple utterance and must be taken as a premeditated threat with serious repercussions to follow, which aims to put you back into your place.

As I close my eyes and focus on the Almighty, this is the volley of words that ring through the worthless representation of a wall of Seaview Gardens homes that expose me to the discourse and constant criminality of my neighbor’s family life. To cope, I have become numb to much of their goings on.

Unfortunately, my attitude is, “If dem waan kill each other, have at it.”

The developers of this community, Matalon, or whomever, should be lashed and quartered for the criminally small houses they build for poor Jamaicans. While they live in football field type houses…

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