Sunday, June 12, 2011

Water more than flour!

The Water and Sewerage Authority (WASA) is the worst public utility in Trinidad and Tobago. That is precisely why I wonder how public servants could elect a man from WASA to head their trade union. Tells us something about public servants doesn't it? When he settles for one percent or something close to that they get vex.

On Thursday, June 9, 2011 every one I met in the street went on and on about the brown water in the taps. Water did not get brown when Horace GRIMES became CEO of WASA, it became browner.

But now he is gone. The new CEO, appointed when the People's Partnership came into power, is a former public utilities minister Ganga Singh. I don't know if anyone remembers that when Ganga was minister he promised water for all by 2000. Nor do I know if you would remember that as Minister Ganga shared a platform with Kamla Persad-Bissessar in her Siparia constituency and they got carried away about who could lay more pipe. It is obvious therefore that Kamla was satisfied with Ganga's pipe-laying promise and performance for her to name him WASA CEO when she became Prime Minister in 2010.

The story I want to tell involves a broken sewer main in the middle of an intersection in my street i.e Torrance and Moody Stuart streets. I first called WASA on March 10 to report the leak. I did not give my phone number so I assume that their system captured it because they once called to get directions. That intersection is extremely busy since the first part of the street is a no entry. There is a Roman Catholic Church and school on my street. I pleaded with WASA to repair the leak before the Easter weekend and then I pleaded with them to repair the leak before school reopened. I have had to witness a parishioner going to Easter vigil get splashed with sewer water and school boys, being boys, kicking the water on each other in the afternoon.
On April 22, WASA finally sent a crew to "examine" the leak. Maybe the leak passed the test because nothing happened. I kept calling every single day. Sometimes I waited on the line for 10 minutes before it timed out and disconnected the call.

Well the news is that on June 1 when I reached home in the afternoon there was a huge pile of dirt in the middle of the intersection, three pieces of stick planted in the dirt and some tape tied around the stick. Heavy rainfall threw down the stick, cars began to pass on the dirt, the leak became worse and the minor water main leak began flooding the street. Great work don't you think? Take the prize WASA!

I couldn't stop calling. My final call was on Thursday June 9. The conversation was as follows:
WASA: (Pleasantries etc) Theron speaking
ME: Good Day Terrance
WASA: No it is Theron
ME: Sorry Theron. Your recording says my call may be recorded for quality of service. I want you to record my call because I want quality service. I am calling from (and a summary of my efforts since March 10). Theron tried to ask me for my phone number so he could pull up the report (s)
ME: (continuing) No let me finish this because I am only going to say it once. If I come home on Monday and this leak is not fixed I am going to walk around San Fernando with a baseball bat and anytime I see a WASA vehicle taking children to school, or taking women to the grocery or parked in front of a rum shop I will smash the windscreen
I hang up.

Lo and behold on Friday morning three huge trucks with plenty workers drive up. So am I happy? Well when I return in the evening having gone with my friends to Maracas Bay: SAME OLD STORY. Not even a sign of work and residents were willing to tell me that the men were there all morning.

So this week it is me and my baseball bat.
Because I can't find my Member of Parliament Patrick Manning. There is sewage leaking on my street while he walks from Port of Spain making a pappyshow of himself. For months he sat in the parliament, DUMB, never opened his mouth and when he finally did he talked nonsense about the Prime Minister's $150 million and where she got the money to build it. Well no wonder he got suspended from the parliament. And his few supporters have the nerve to put tape on their mouths (in a protest) and carry placards saying "Give us back our voice".
In 40 years, Manning has never represented me. On the contrary I have been doing his work and that of every PNM councillor while his supporters have been acquiring CEPEP contracts and sitting on state boards.

Before the 2007 general elections his (and Junior Regrello's) thousands of San Fernando supporters passed on Coffee Street with cocoyea brooms (made from dried coconut palm leaves) chanting "It is sweeping time". Now that the PNM has been swept from power he could not muster 200 supporters to walk with him.
Well this is his opportunity to work for his constituents. I wish he would call up Ganga Singh and talk pipe.
Now does anyone remember what his comments were when (as Prime Minister) he returned from having heart surgery in Cuba? "The boy wukking. Ask Hazel" and he turns to his wife.
Well start wukking boy, start wukking.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

The FIFA Family

The issues surrounding Jack Warner's name being called in the latest FIFA scandal have different meanings for different micro groups and for the massive group of football fans around the world.

Jack Warner was fingered in a sting initiated by the Secretary General of CONCACAF, the American Chuck Blazer. In this sting, no law enforcement officers were involved. The findings were intended to manipulate FIFA executives and influence the outcome of elections on June 1 in Zurich. At the time the prime contenders for the post of FIFA president were the incumbent, the aging but not yet doddery Sepp Blatter, and Mohammad Bin Hammam, president of the Asian Football Confederation. Bin Hammam, under pressure from the Emir of Qatar stepped down so the 2022 World Cup (in Qatar) would not be placed in jeopardy.

The allegations that made the front page of newspapers around the world revolved around packets of cash being handed out to officials of the Caribbean Football Union (CFU) on May 11 at the Hyatt Regency in Port of Spain, Trinidad.

For us in Trinidad and Tobago the concerns are linked to Warner's role in government where he wields substantial power having been a financier of the ruling party and where he now serves as Minister of Works and Transport. When the government was formed one year ago the main question was whether Warner should continue to serve on FIFA's Executive Committee. The government sought legal opinion. No consideration was given to FIFA's image, that the organisation uses its ability to attract lucrative sponsorships and generate huge profits as the answer to all its critics. No consideration was given to Warner's own ability to court controversy. It was only a matter of time before the problem blew up in our faces. "Innocent until proven guilty" is not the issue here, there are too many questions to be answered and Warner has been dodging those questions while he releases tidbits of information about Sepp Blatter and Jerome Valcke.

Warner's advice to CFU countries to support Blatter for the presidency may well earn him a slap on the wrist and, politican that he is, he will walk back into the fold (family) as if nothing has happened. The ensuing chaos in CONCACAF is a clear indicaton that for all the money and big salaries floating around, these guys are pitiful. The hirings and firings since Warner's suspension show clearly that this is just another ball game, the football going from one end of the field to the other... football at its worst.

Football in the region is also in a sorry state. We send teams to the World Cup based on group qualification, but how much have we developed? Our football is stagnant. We play out the preliminary round at the World Cup, maybe get two teams in the round of 16 and the story ends there. The scenario is predictable. Mexico and USA and some other third rate CONCACAF team. We work up a storm here in the region. We go to Germany or South Africa.... or Russia and Qatar....and we come back with drooping shoulders. Mexico...imagine Mexico... just another passenger in the World Cup. Our regional teams can not compare in any way to the European teams but Warner wants to campaign for a fourth qualifier from the region. That is not improvement in the sport. That is showbiz and benefits for services rendered.

The success of football in CONCACAF countries is measured by the size of the stadium (Bahamas which facilitated the sting operation) or where the FIFA Congress is held, and who is a bigger friend of Sepp Blatter, not by the quality of our players, the organisation of our teams and a visible move up the ladder of world football. The Football Federation in Trinidad and Tobago is always broke but the CONCACAF President can dish out money he has earned from football to subsidise the Federation.

A government minister hosts Bin Hammam and CFU officials, and his (son's) travel agency earns the single biggest chunk of the money spent by the Qatari. This is what people read in their newspapers. The issue is not what the legal opinion said one year ago. The issue must involve foresight and create situations that will minimise these scandals. When the Prime Minister accepted a legal opinion and agreed Jack could continue as a FIFA vice president she should have expected something like this. I am a casual observer and I knew something would crop up to embarass this country, so how did this bunch of the brightest people in the land not know.

Prime Minister Kamla should know what truth there was in the statement made by former Prime Minister Basdeo Panday that Jack owes the UNC $5 million US, implying it was a donation from a slush fund. Will we ever know if it is the same slush fund from which Blatter made the donations to CONCACAF members?

There is clearly more to be exposed in the coming months, but while we continue to close our eyes to the real issues, the problems will mount... and the legal opinions we use to defend our every foolish move will serve us no good.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Sue me, you bunch of incompetents!

If I sound angry, you have read me right. I am really angry. And the source of this outrage is the absolute lack of management at the Registrar General's Department on South Quay, Port of Spain.
This department represents everything that is bad in government service, except possibly the levels of corruption.
They just do not know how to organise anything. When CEPEP was formed, a host of new people were brought into the system, trying to get name approvals, filing company incorporation documents and worst of all, lining up by the cashier to pay for every document.
You would think the Registrar would plan for this, wouldn't you? And when NEDCO was giving out small and medium sized loans, all those poor people from Laventille and Morvant and Cocoyea who wanted to bottle a little pepper sauce and jam had to register their businesses. They had to go into this very formal, unfriendly environment that the registrar told us was "user friendly".
I have listened to countless stories from women who didn't know what they were supposed to do, the alternative of course being that they would have a hire a lawyer. So the lines got longer. And the cashier? The cashier still opened at 8.30 with an hour for lunch. In a government office the cashier is closed for lunch. More recently they have extended the cash to 3 p.m. long after everyone wants to leave the downtown Port of Spain dump. Listen, every store should close for lunch, the racing pool should close and the Play Whe machine should close for lunch. Business people should take their cue from none less than the Minister of Legal Affairs. Who he, by the way?
When the department began issuing computerised birth certificates, no provision was made for the thousands of people who poured into Port of Spain to get certificates for themselves and their children. You would think that in this 2010, the department would know the value of networks and put a simple system in place.
They waited until tens of thousands of people from South Trinidad lined up outside their building in port of Spain from 5.30 a.m. before they opened an office in San Fernando. The office, of course, does NOT deal with company documents. They put people under tents to wait with a number to get a birth certificate. Now they are putting people under the same tents to wait to be called to the cashier. These people are raving mad. People who come to do business with the Registrar of Companies are put in a tent! A guard comes around, calls your number, lines you up as if you are in a ID parade and then marches you to the cashier.
You would think that a department dealing with lawyers will be well organised. You would think that the lawyers themselves will insist on better service. BUT NO! Their clerks know how to beat the system. They take a number for the cashier while they are waiting in the line to get their documents checked and move across to the line while the poor "don't have no friend" sits in the tent as if they are in a WAKE!
The truth is that lawyers have no intention of fixing anything. I have said repeatedly that this is a mediocre profession where duncy people could look bright because they are fighting against other duncy people before some duncy lawyers who make it to the bench. Look at the Attorney General, a mediocre lawyer who looked good because he won a few cases against the government when former Prime Minister Patrick Manning had tried to run away with the Constitution. Now he is in government he doesn't know what he is talking about.
I mentioned all this to a lawyer yesterday and I was told that I would not get a lawyer to represent me when I have to face the courts. Well good for all you who are happy making plenty money overcharging for deeds and traffic offences and poor policing and challenging politicians who themselves don't know the law.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

That Cabinet reshuffle, Prime Minister

Talking about polka, can we move on a bit to the shuffle... the Cabinet reshuffle?
Prime Minister it is clear that several members of the Cabinet have not made the transition from private to public business.
I had asked you early o'clock to bring them in school and teach them the process for decision making and knowing when to open their mouths. Prime Minister, the Attorney General Anand Ramlogan is the perfect example of how your selection has failed. Ramlogan comes from a profession that is mediocre at best and where a bad lawyer can look good. He made his name and a lot of money on the back of foolish decisions made by former Prime Minister Patrick Manning.
Madam Prime Minister, Manning cantered away leaving the law and due process in his sorry wake. Fortunately for us he didn't canter towards the winning pole in the May 24 elections.
Anand seized the opportunity and the attendant publicity. His column in the Guardian newspaper was a lot of rambling and very, very limited.
Next thing, he is there alongside you on May 26, exactly five months ago being sworn in as Attorney General because he won a few matters against the state.
He entered office and behaved as if he was still fighting everybody...he would put Manning in jail, start a public enquiry on everything, send Ish Galbaransingh and Steve Ferguson into the arms of US jurisprudence.
Madam Prime Minister, how did you ever allow Ramlogan to put both Mark Seepersad and Gerald Ramdeen on the team that will investigate five state companies? Just google those two names and you will see how often they appeared together. Do they belong to the same law firm?
And Madam Prime Minister where did you get the Minister of Health from? And why did you have to pull Nan Ramgoolam out of the ashes and make her Minister of Public Administration?
Public servants might be annoyed at the one percent over three years that the Chief Personnel Officer has offered them, but they are more annoyed by the little bulls you have running around their offices, trampling on everything.
I am glad at least that Anand has gone quiet these days. And Madam Prime Minister when you fire a whole bunch of them please don't say "Read my lips". Because we don't know what those lips will say when they announce the new bunch of misfits.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Stay away from style...

Here is a picture of Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar and Jamaican Prime Minister Bruce Golding which appeared in South Bound on September 12.
A reader from the Netherlands sent me two pictures from the Waterkant website to show that I may be stuck in a time warp. She (asked for her name to be withheld) said I was somewhat unfair in my criticisms of Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar and while I may be spot on with the political commentary I should leave the style and entertainment arena alone.
In the first picture Surinamese First Lady Ingrid Bouterse wears what appears to be a polka dot dress as she visits the visually impaired children at the Blind Centre in Paramaribo. She wore tinted glasses as she was led around by the kids on a tour of the facilities. Let me here compliment Mrs. Bouterse for some of the activities she has been engaged in as First Lady since August 12. Stories were attached by the reader from the Netherlands.
The second is a picture of Jamaican singer Busy Signal at a back to school party at the Anthony Nesty Sports Hall, also in Paramaribo. Busy Signal is accompanied by a dancer on stage. You may express your opinion in the comments box instead of sending email messages.











Sunday, October 3, 2010

Take a deep breath.........count to 10

Madam Prime Minister, I notice that your ministers are talking first and thinking later. If you are indeed in charge, and not a figurehead, it might be time for you to take a position. In the first place Jack Warner opened his mouth on the use of the bus route and then said he would listen to suggestions. Secondly he opened his mouth even bigger about the PH taxis and when there is an uproar he will listen to suggestions. On the issue of the water taxis, on the one hand Warner is going to sell some of them and on the other he is going to expand the service to include two other terminals.
Madam Prime Minister, if I may say so, this sounds suspiciously like Patrick Manning. "For all those who protesting, it will not only be two smelter, they will get three".
Madam Prime Minister, in case you have forgotten, it is that type of attitude which hustled Manning out of power. He had become so brash he could say anything he wanted. And he would spend loud money on consultations so people could listen to him and he could stuff his ears with cotton wool when it was their turn to talk.
The other issue Madam is the attack on the Chief Justice by one of your ministers. Madam Prime Minister, the record is clear on what the man said during the budget debate. And the record is equally clear on what he said in his explanation in the same august chamber.... a poor attempt at making excuses.
Madam Prime Minister, please remember that Manning had launched a vicious attack on a Chief Justice he perceived was sympathetic to your party. Now your front bench has shown that they are not averse to attacking a Chief Justice they perceive is sympathetic to the PNM. Madam Prime Minister this can only get worse. It started with Ramesh Lawrence Maharaj when Michael de La Bastide was Chief Justice and spiralled out of control with Manning while Sat Sharma held the office. Now the attacks have descended to the realm of the obscene. The cost of housing the Chief Justice for one year is the same as the cost of your ten day trip to New York for the Indian Independence Day parade.
Does anyone remember, Prime Minister, an incident that posed a security risk to the CJ outside his private residence. I vaguely remember this incident and I have been unable so far to get information on it, but I will continue to search. Failing that Prime Minister, I will concede that I am wrong.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Hush! Don't Cry

Ariti Jankie of the Express South Bureau just collected the first copies of her new novel HUSH! Don't Cry. For Ariti, it has been along hard road to publication, but perseverance and a fighting spirit won out in the end.
Here Ariti gives us a glimpse of how she felt having the book in her hand. And lower down we reproduce a short review by Dr. Priti Singh of Jawaharlal Nehru University in New Delhi

Dear Zorina,
The novel, HUSH! Don’t Cry has brought me unexpected blessings.

Wednesday, I took the first 10 copies to the Express, South Bureau and sold all among my friends within an hour. They were so generous with warm embraces and hearty congratulations, I felt humbled.
Also, I called Deosaran Jagroo, the CEO of Caroni (1975) Limited to give him the good news of the release. He ordered five copies. Similarly, I have been receiving great vibes from this novel and have yet to notify my other big brothers and friends.
It is not often that good luck strikes and when it does, it banishes a lifetime of suffering and pain. I wanted to share this with you. And to include your generosity in reading, editing and getting the manuscript ready for publication.
HUSH! Don’t Cry has been a great experience so far and I wanted to share this with your blog readers.
Ariti

Book Review

HUSH! Don’t Cry is a compelling story of strength and power. The author, Ariti is incredibly at her best in this intricate but revealing novel deftly woven around themes of diaspora and gender.
The nostalgia and desire of the Indians in Trinidad for their original ‘homeland’ and the sense of double displacement that this nostalgia evokes within those who try and trace their ‘real’ roots is skillfully portrayed by Ariti.
The story revolves around Meera, who like the saint who endured all hardships, became an epitome of sacrifice and suffering before she let her inner strength and determination empower herself. Marrying her daughter to a “suitable boy” from “the golden land of India” (p.15) was a dream that Meera’s mother Sumintra, had sought to fulfill for her daughter. Meera lived her mother’s dream getting married to a boy (Kapil) from the land of her ancestors—a country which she knew “held secrets for her own discovery” (p.82). The groom and bride when married looked like ‘Ram and Sita’. Meerawanted to transmit her “pride of ancestry” of India to her daughter, but the trial and tribulations that Meera goes through eventually makes her realize the worth of her ‘own’ culture and sense of self which is a powerful mix of the East and West.
“Getting away from her loved ones” and moving to India liberated Meera and reduced the “pains and humiliations she faced” (p.81). However, she soon realized that Western women were considered by Indian men to have “no culture” and were referred to as jutha bartan (soiled dishes). This view was reinforced by Indian women who perpetrated atrocities against their own gender. And yet, there are anomalies even within them as they themselves rebelled against society and at the same time discriminated between themselves and ‘Western’ women.
Meera’s husband Kapil’s moral frailties eventually killed the love Meera felt for him. After a long struggle with herself and coming to terms with her unfulfilled thirst for her husband’s love, she realizes that she had been trying to live up to her mother’s false dream. She loses her innocence in that struggle to survive and emerges “a pioneer like her ancestors rooted in slavery and indentureship” (p.167). ‘Home’ for her was Trinidad—a space which drew life and solace from ancient Indian scriptures and traditions and yet gave her the power to take control of her own destiny.
HUSH! Don’t Cry thus completes a full circle with the protagonist pledging to work towards making her daughter Kavita’s dreams come true rather than living the dream of her mother, Sumintra. In that, Meera would find the strength to live her own dream.
Dr. Priti Singh
Jawaharlal Nehru University
September 12, 2010