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.

Denise N. Fyffe

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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.

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.

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.

Denise N. Fyffe

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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.

Denise N. Fyffe

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.

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.

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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Seaview Gardens: The Ashes by Denise N. Fyffe

Not too many people know about this little known fact; well except for those who drive vehicles and live in Seaview Gardens. Contrary to what you are led to believe, rubbish is burnt almost every night at the Riverton City dump. To the extent that when I wake up in the mornings, the evidence is quite visible on my car.

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Not too many people know about this little known fact; well except for those who drive vehicles and live in Seaview Gardens. Contrary to what you are led to believe, rubbish is burnt almost every night at the Riverton City dump. To the extent that when I wake up in the mornings, the evidence is quite visible on my car.

In 2015, just before the Kingston, St. Andrew and St. Catherine areas were overwhelmed with smoke and smug from the Riverton City dump; we who live in Seaview Gardens, those who traverse the Spanish Town Road and the surrounding communities, are cocooned by smoke in the night, as we sleep. I thank God that I have no serious respiratory ailments, unlike thousands of other Jamaicans; but my one Achilles heel, in that regard, is smoke. It is an ever-present hazard that roams freely through the ghettos of West Kingston.

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Seaview Gardens by Denise N. Fyffe

I find that life can be unpredictable, unfair and full of surprises; many of which are not the good kind but even so, it is up to us to make what we will of it.

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I find that life can be unpredictable, unfair and full of surprises; many of which are not the good kind but even so, it is up to us to make what we will of it. My life had its share of the unpredictable, the unfair and the surprising. Far too many of these events have dragged on longer than King David’s battles and right now, even though I am basking under the shadow of the Almighty, I still face many onslaughts from the enemy.

My new home Seaview Gardens, funny how I shunned it as my home for several years; but when I tried to leave, it kept reeling me back in like a tired marlin on a fisher man’s line. And that is true. I was tired. I was desperate. I have come to accept the process and bed patience. My human efforts would yield no fruit. Like…

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