When Did We Ruin Our Beautiful Country?

I went to the shop to purchase chicken and was presented with some massive, rubbery “parts” which seem to have flown by themselves from some foreign country.

I had to travel three miles to find a Jamaican farmer who sold local chicken.

I went to the doctor to discuss my father’s prescriptions but could barely understood what the Burmese doctor was saying, except that my father was referred for an ECG to be done by him.

Despite the fact that he had had one two weeks ago, on referral from another doctor. Do these people communicate????

I met a beautiful young sister who works at one of these “all-inclusive” hotels. She said her foreign manager had instructed her to “bend a certain way” before the male guests when she serves breakfast.

The hotel workers have no unions to represent them. There are graduates making beds and emptying chambers in these hotels while foreign owners import their own managers, and there is more water in the jacuzzis, swimming pools and spas in one hotel than in a rural community where residents have not had running water for more than a decade.

Look here, our country is screwed. A significant number of our young unemployed youths are peddling sex on the beach to primarily overweight, middle-aged married white tourists who have some fascination with the so-called priapic Jamaican organ.

We are importing food we can grow, half our supermarket shelves are packed with Trinidadian goods, so a boycott is impractical, we litter our country with take-away containers, plastic bottles, shove dodgy pharmaceuticals down our people’s throats and are forced to buy inferior goods, garments, food from all and sundry.

What happened, people?

By Neo Makeba