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'I should not be loved'
At 22 years of age, a time when Jane Doe (as she prefers to be called) should be living the carefree life of a young adult, she is consumed by the fact that she doesn't think she should be loved; and she says she does not want to have children. It's all because she's HIV positive.
'My Sister Did Not Have to Die'
Darlene Sands remembers the day well -- that day back in August 2011 when her older sister, Cindi Smith was told the cancer she had beaten just two years before had returned -- and that it had returned with a vengeance and had riddled her body.
'Old School' Coach Swaby passes on
The "Old School" era in basketball was further depleted over the weekend with the passing of Randolph Swaby, 78. Still around, connecting the beginning of the formal competitive era of basketball in the country with the present, are people like Swaby's coaching colleague Steve 'Bulla' Pinder...
'Save a little heart ... embrace the opportunity' - Deshaunn and Dale's story
Mother Nancye Miller lived in Freeport most of her life and raised her only child Wendy Renee Wright there. Dale and Deshaunn Marche were the last two children born to Ms. Wright. Dale was born in 1996 and Deshaunn was born in 1998. On July 17, 2009, Ms. Wright died of a massive heart attack in the presence of Mother Miller, Dale and Deshaun. She was buried on Deshaunn's birthday, August 1, 2009. After Renee's death, Ms. Miller, along with the children's father, became the guardians of her two grandsons Deshaunn and Dale Marche.
Dale was diagnosed with congenital heart disease at birth. Prior to the year 2011, when Deshaunn was diagnosed, Dale never exhibited symptoms of heart disease. Deshaunn's symptoms included shortness of breath, holding his head and squatting during episodes of cyanosis, tiredness etc. Dr. Jerome Lightbourne, pediatric cardiologist, diagnosed Deshauun with tetralogy of fallot (TOF); TOF causes low oxygen levels in the blood. This leads to cyanosis (a bluish-purple color to the skin). The classic form includes four defects of the heart and its major blood vessels.
By August 2012, only Deshaunn could travel to get heart care. Dale however was experiencing heart failure, could not travel to get heart care and was hospitalized. Thanks to the generosity of The Sir Victor Sassoon (Bahamas) Heart Foundation, Deshaunn had heart surgery. Dr. Frank Scholl performed the surgery at Joe Dimaggio Children's Hospital.
'Spirit of The Dance' conversations begin
Following in the successful opening of their exhibition 'Spirit of the Dance' late last year, Doongalik Studios Art Gallery in conjunction with Carter Marketing and The Endowment for the Performing Arts will close their comprehensive examination of three dance heros in The Bahamas with an evening devoted to conversation in their memory.
10 Things I'm Grateful For
I'm going to be frank. (What else would I be, right?) I am a complainer. A big complainer. A moan and groaner. I suck my teeth and roll my eyes and mumble and grumble and hold my head every day God sends. I look at the dark side, not the bright side. The glass is half empty, every time.
I am a miserable man. I remember every bad thing that's happened to me and I've forgotten most of the good. So, today I want to practice gratitude. Before God strikes me down and lays me low for being an ingrate. I am blessed. I don't say it to be boastful. I am saying so I can believe. I AM BLESSED! I AM BLESSED!
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that in times like these, with food and gas prices so high and men killing each other almost daily, and the general sense of stagnation choking all the air out of our lungs, I want to focus on what's still good in life and what's been good too. So here goes, 10 things I'm grateful for in my life.
1. I am grateful for the hairy mango tree across the street from my house. The hairy mango is my favorite fruit in the whole entire world. I don't have a hairy mango tree. But mangoes from that tree across the street end up in my bottomless belly courtesy of my neighbor, who gathers them up every morning and asks me to take as many as I can. Life is good. Thirty years ago I had to teef to eat the things, now people askin' me to take um. Blessed, I tell you.
2. I am grateful for the Poincianas in full bloom. Have you noticed them? Aren't they absolutely stunning. You can't drive anywhere on the island without seeing them. They're positively brilliant.
3. I am grateful that my last son is bow-legged and gap toothed. The first two don't look like me at all. But this last one, Isaiah? He's a Crooked Island and Acklins man.
4. I am grateful that even at 42 years of age I can spend time watching Kung Fu Panda 2 in 3-D at Galleria Cinemas and enjoy it. DON'T JUDGE ME!
5. I am grateful for the scarlet plum tree. When I was in junior high I scratched the name of my first love in that tree's bark. And the tree is still here 30 years later. And the scarlet plums are just as sweet.
6. I am grateful for the slow sunsets of summer. It feels like it's not really dark til 9 p.m. I'm probably wrong about that but that's how it feels. The hours of 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. are just magical. Lovely time for a drive along the shore. Even better time for a swim.
7. Speaking of swimming, I'm grateful for the "Biggest Wave Ever." That's what my boys call it. We were at Saunders Beach and I stubbornly took them in the water on a rough day. Boys like waves. They're exciting. So, in we went. Well, anyway, we stayed in that water for one wave too many and it occurred to me as my legs were pulled out from under me and my sons and I went under that if I wasn't careful my wife was going to be hearing about us on the evening news. Trust me, I didn't know so much sand could get lost in my swim trunks. There was a pile of it in the shower when I got home. Note to self: next time turn the car around, endure the tears and buy ice cream.
8. And speaking of the kids, last weekend I flew a kite for the first time in my life. Forty-two years of kitelessness, ended. In fact, I was about to give up after 30 minutes of the kite going absolutely nowhere. The 5 o'clock sun was cooking my chest in that stupid shirt I had on and I was getting depressed. I was convinced every adult present was laughing at me out there. So I said, "Let's go home. We'll try again another day." The tears of my eldest son made me try one last time. And then, I figured it out. Maybe I had tied the string in the wrong place. I tied it on the other side, where there was actually a hole to loop it and where you'd actually be able to see the Angel Fish painted on the kite if it ever took off (who knew?). And Voila! Lift off. The Wright Brothers couldn't have been more elated. A kite from Kelly's for my boys: $11. Actually getting the sucker to fly for them on a Sunday afternoon at Clifford Park: priceless.
9. The first time I danced to Kompa music. The year was 1996. The place, Miami. Coco-Walk to be precise. A bunch of us writers who were spending a few weeks at the University of Miami were in a bar and the band was groovin'. Haitian kompa: that's how you have a good time. Sweet, sweet music.
10. Speaking of music. I'm grateful for the night when I saw and heard Tony Mckay aka Exuma the Obeahman, perform "Rude Boy" live. It was Goombay Summer on Bay Street. 1987 or '88. Can't remember. But he was fantastic. We really should properly honor that man. A great, great artist. Someone tell me how Frank Watson got a street named after him before Tony McKay? We suck.
11. I know, I said 10. But I had to add this one. I am also grateful that I saw Pauline Davis-Thompson run, before the rest of the world did. She was a Government High student, just like me, in the mid-1980s and I still see her tearing up the track on the back stretch at the QE Sports Centre. Black lightning. Power and grace. I was proud of her in 1984 and I'm still proud of her today. More power to you Pauline! (And where's her street by the way?) Did I mention that we suck?
Anyway, positivity, positivity. The cup is half full. Half full.
IAN STRACHAN is Associate Professor of English at The College of The Bahamas. You can write him at strachantalk@gmail.com or visit www.ianstrachan.wordpress.com.
10 things I'm grateful for
This article was originally published on June 8, 2011. I'm going to be frank. (What else would I be, right?) I am a complainer. A big complainer. A moan and groaner. I suck my teeth and roll my eyes and mumble and grumble and hold my head every day God sends.
12-year sentence for toddler killing
A 35-year-old man was yesterday sentenced to 12 years in prison for beating his adoptive daughter to death for wetting the bed.
Troy Sweeting battered three-year-old Jennifer Pinder with a leather strap and a PVC pipe when he flew into a rage, jurors found when they convicted him of manslaughter in the child's death on August 16.
Justice Roy Jones handed down the sentence.
Prosecutors alleged that Sweeting inflicted the injuries on February 21, 2007 when his wife, Rosetta, left the toddler in his care. The child died in the Intensive Care Unit of the Princess Margaret Hospital on February 25, 2007.
The family officially adopted the child from Mrs. Sweeting's terminally ill sister, Lisa Cruz, in December 2006.
In an interview with police, Sweeting admitted to beating the little girl because she was "stubborn and peed the bed".
At trial, Mr. Sweeting said he made those admissions following threats from police and he blamed his wife for the child's injuries.
Police also charged Mrs. Sweeting in connection with the child's death but prosecutors withdrew the charges against her before the trial began.
Mrs. Sweeting testified that her niece was in good health when she left home.
She claimed that the child's skin was discolored with purplish black bruises when she returned.
Sweeting's lawyer Raymond Rolle told The Nassau Guardian that he intended to appeal the conviction.
Anthony Delaney and Charles Newbold testified.
1st Annual Mario Carey Realty Blood Drive a Success
1st Annual Mario Carey Realty Blood Drive was a success. Donors gave blood at the 1st Annual MCR Blood Drive held at both locations of Robin Hood Enterprises Ltd. hosted by Mario Carey Realty.
2010/2011 Budget Debate - MP Kwasi Thompson
This contribution is by far been one the most difficult communications I have ever presented to this Parliament. It has not been easy to absorb all that is in this budget and then to present my reasons to support it I will admit took some effort. I say this being painfully aware of the difficulties people are facing. I understand that more people are unemployed,
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