By: NEUVA SAYS:

NEUVA SAYS: — Mon, 26 Dec 2022 06:23:25 +0000

NEUVA:
DARK SHADOWS.
It came upon a midnight clear, that Christmas feeling, I recalled that magical month of December growing up as a little boy in the parish of Micoud, oh Micoud you who have kept the seat of power since the ruling of John Compton that land pirate, not much good came out of him, but he never begs to disgrace his homeland, he did little for the people who place him in power, and after he came worse scavengers, Micoud was left in the stone ages, left for ruins, a depilated slaughterhouse and the stinking drain that bouquet the air inside the village, say three cheers to the bastards that use my people good generosity and blind faith.
With a penny in my pocket, I waited anxiously to bum a ride to the neighboring Desruisseaux, bazaar, and festival, a penny could go a long way, the people were alive with gallantry and fun. Who would have thought a decade later St. Lucia my St. Lucia would become a habitual beggar, its leader’s great men like my grand uncle M. Lewis rule this Island with distinct and benevolence, using the God-given resources given to us, indeed it was The Land The People The Light, we made do.
Then came the vultures, circling and swopping down to have a feast, they beg for money to build a hospital then stole it, they beg for money to build roads, then stole it, they beg for money to build the airport, then stole it, yes those modern-day beggars eventually sold your beloved country to foreigners for a bone, the foreigners use their intercalated know how to feed their greed and sit back and watch them slowly decay.
Now the dark clouds are gathering above you St. Lucia and no one to shelter you from the storm, your leaders have shown the scavengers how to steal by their actions, they talk in the daytime and plunder in the night oh what shame they have brought to your shores if you could only find one person who says the truth from either group of pirates who rule over you then maybe you could survive for another year.
Lies and malice are at the forefront of the agenda, they have perfected the lying technic, because they don’t have anyone to be accountable for their devious plunder, given a choice I would have them all thrown out and seek a just man or woman to save fair Helen.
It seems to run in their blood the lies and the cheating which they do in many different forms, citizenship was the lowest blow to you my people, that brought in all the rats from a sinking ship to your house, and now you are infested with all kinds of malicious rejects who is now strong enough to topple your little island since citizen was their way of profiting only to embezzle the funds they have no vision or knowledge nor do they want too.
You now live among a collective of strangers who will soon run you out of your homeland, they have started placing their leaders in a key position, their people has built their own little nest like China Town, and its Triad other scorpions will now dig in to form a vicious circle.
It is not as if they meant well to our once peace-loving people of two dominating people the gina and the coolie, the have and the have not, it has always been that way everyone knew their place and life was in abundant, soon you will ask yourself where are my native people now.
And after the feast was all done we bum a ride back to our little village to enjoy our pig stew, yellow yam, and dasheen, a little beef stew flinging our doors wide open to the sounds of tum ba, and people making merry it’s our traditional Christmas.
Alas, greed has overpowered the rulers, no more brotherhood, all that is left is misery, shootings, killings, chopping, stealing, and foul play. I became a victim to the cowardly way of life that some have already adopted, I brought money into the country to the sum of $250.000 built a house to live among my people, shared my resources contracted builders, masonry, carpenters, electrician, employed them to build my dream home, and they did. Before the builder finished the home had broken into not one, not twice but three times, and all that was in there was ravaged and stolen, poverty has become a sickness to some and the answer is to plunder their neighbors, smiling at you in the day time and stealing from you in the night.
I would rather have given all that I have free to the needy if ask, my heart has been broken by what my creole people have become, someone would steal a cow or a sheep even a foul, but seldom you would hear someone break into a home disgusting shame.
Even with all this tribulation the love for my people run deep, I pray that a solution will materialize and the wild ravenous way of my people cease, but that is wishful thinking, the need to have and the need for more has overpowered their little brains and the arrow has left the quiver.

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