An Eye for an Eye in the VI

Today, The Virgin Islands lost yet another young man in an act of senseless violence.

Just yesterday I was thinking to myself, it has been a while since someone died over the weekend, and I was praising the change that I thought was coming. I honestly believed that we, as a people, were growing above the pathetic, uncivil and moral less behavior that was becoming a normal custom to the Islands.

But I was wrong.

It saddens me to think that we are still living in such a state. No, It SICKENS me. Had we not learned anything from Monday’s tragedy in Boston? Had we not learned that every life was precious? Apparently not.

What worries me now, is the retaliation that is sure to follow and that soon to come retaliation is why I am writing this post.

The young man was well known and it seems he had many friends. Of them, I saw many posts that spoke of revenge, an eye for an eye. The rage written in these posts sent a shiver down my spine as I know that all it will do is leave yet another bloody and mournful path for us to walk on.

An eye for an eye does not bring justice. Revenge nor any form of vigilante justice will bring peace to his soul. All it will do is create a domino effect and leave a trail of bodies at our wake.

Revenge is never the answer. No matter how much you feel that someone “deserves” death, you are not God, you do not have the right to take the life of another, and all you will be doing is setting yourself up to become the very person that you just put to death.

Murdering a Murderer Makes you a Murderer too.

You cannot fight Hatred with More Hatred.

Do not blind yourself with revenge nor fill your hearts with darkness.

Everyone believes that they are fighting the good fight by wishing death on another after a crime is committed, however, if this keeps up, There won’t be a VI to fight for.

Think about it.

Peace. And R.I.P Troy Dubs Joseph.


2013 Begins with BOB

2 months into the year and people just could not wait to find something to bitch about.

2412908When February 6, 2013 passed, the internet was in an uproar. Not a bad uproar but a Jubilant one as everyone and their mother took time to dedicate a Happy Birthday to the late but still great Robert Nesta Marley aka Bob Marley.

What’s wrong with that? Nothing of course. Well, except where were these loyal and heartfelt fans before? Never in my life have I seen so many people come out the wood works applauding and uploading countless videos and photos of Dear old Bob, showering him with praise and lord the reggae music would not stop. Everyone was a reggae artist, everyone was a “rasta” Everyone was lighting up and just being all around Irie.

Again what is wrong with this? While I am glad that people took the time to appreciate a musical legend, It annoys me when too many claim the term “Fan” when up until that very day they did not even know when his birthday was. Hell, most don’t even know the man’s real name. You would be surprised who think his name is actually  “Bob” No boo boo that is not his government name. And spare me the whole “white man trying to tie you down to a name thing” this isn’t the place for you to unleash your Rastafarian, Selassie stuff.

Matters became even worse when the Grammy’s decided “Hey, we’ll do a tribute to Bob This year.” Let’s pause for a minute here. Did I miss something? Where did this all this come from? I woke up one morning, smiled with the rising sun, and low and behold Bob was everywhere!

(Not that I’m complaining, the brother is sexy).

Here is the thing, they didn’t HAVE to do a tribute to Him. Frankly, it was more of a place holder to fill in that extra spot that was needed and some would complain that it’s disrespectful, but you know what’s disrespectful? Not being GRATEFUL that one was done in the first place. In case you had not noticed, Reggae is not a leading genre at the Grammys. The Grammys have been around since 1959 and this is the first time Reggae has made an appearance. There are many artists like BRUNO, THE POLICE, RIHANNA and others that were INFLUENCED by his music.

No his tribute was not very long, not nowhere as long as Whitney and the others but because it’s a matter of time and no one was thinking about him until this year. So they squeezed a little tribute in there to say Hey, thanks for being so awesome. It was only one song but the songs sang before were influenced by him, and who better to sing your song than you own children which was pretty damn grand and I’m sure Ziggy and Damian didn’t expect to get that call asking to perform their father’s song at the GRAMMYS of all places.  If you asked me, they did a pretty good job. They could have dedicated that time to some other artist that paved the way for all these other musicians. Musicians that you probably can’t even think of because all you know is the mainstream artists.

Were you aware that Bob’s tribute was not the only one that was done that night? There was a tribute done for Levon Helm as well but of course you have no idea who that is and I am wasting my time talking about it. Maybe if you took the time to actually broaden your musical horizon then maybe you wouldn’t look like such a Musical Bandwagon slut.

And HALF of these “fans” can only pin a few things to Bob Marley that has absolutely NOTHING to do with his music. Yup, you guess it. Marijuana is one. Which is just sad. Or of course “Emancipate yourself from Mental slavery” when majority don’t even know what Emancipate means. There is also the Dreadlocks thing which always has me here sitting and shaking my head because people act like he was the first to have them.

He has, that I know of, about 12 kids, but of course how many do you know aside from Damian, Ky-mani, and Ziggy? No don’t run to google. Close that tab I see you. Mhmm, I thought so. Do you even know the name of his albums? No not the singular songs that you find on youtube because you heard them on the radio. Which is exactly the problem. You think you’re a fan because you know songs like  “Get Up Stand Up”, “I Shot the Sheriff”, “>No Woman, No Cry” ,”Jamming”, “Redemption Song”, “Could You Be Loved (The song that was performed”, “Stir It Up”, “One Love” and, “Three Little Birds” but really, you’re not. I know these songs. I’m not a big fan of Bob because I am not a fan of reggae music in general. In fact, he’s probably the only reggae artist in my itunes folder.

Sit down, shut up, and just enjoy the performance. You spend so much time criticizing it that you miss the whole point, which was, to honor him and hell just enjoy some good music that you don’t hear often at the awards. There is no “Best Reggae Album” in the listing after all. And then my fellow Virgin Islanders, no Soca and Calypso will not make an appearance at the Grammy’s Anytime soon. Didn’t say it was impossible, but don’t hold your breath in this century.

Oh, have you noticed how there are no more words and videos on Bob after this? LE GASP I WONDER WHY NOT!!? Shocker? No.

To his real fans, I hope you were appreciative and I figure you would be somewhat disappointed because honestly it could have been longer, but the timing did not allow for such. They should have planned it better.


Happy Belated Birthday Bob Marley, May you rest in peace.

Supporting Your own

When I first started this blog, I didn’t expect anyone to read it at all. At least, not anyone from home and I’ll take this chance to explain why.

I live in the United States Virgin Islands, on the island of St. Croix. It is the largest of the three islands (St. Thomas and St. John are the other two). I refuse to just say Virgin Islands because there are another set of islands called the British Virgin Islands and if you just say VI people tend to get confused. It makes sense if you ask me.

The islands are actually very small. You may need to find a magnifying glass to find us, and ignorant people from other countries assume that we are all Jamaican because of our accent–because apparently Jamaica is the only island in the caribbean (seriously, what is wrong with people?).

Now, considering how Tiny we are, you would think that we would be a close knit group of people. No. No we’re really not. And I’m not trying to put us down, I’m just being honest. More often than not, we don’t show each other support. Rather, we tear each other down whenever we see another person getting ahead or just because it’s Tuesday and we need to unload some prior bitchness that we failed to get out.

There are many people that try to do something with themselves whether it is singing, sewing, designing, writing, and it’s SAD that the only real people that gain support are those involved in music or “Modeling” (which consists of people that look good in the face paying “Photographers” (anyone with a nice camera) to take pictures of them). So then what about the others? Are we going to just blatantly ignore the talents and aspirations of others because it’s not part of the mainstream?

Reading and writing are so neglected that it churns my stomach to think about it. You can take 8 minutes out of your life to watch another female beat the living shit out of another, you can spend hours reading the negative responses of some Twitter beef, but you can’t take 2 minutes of your life to read something possibly inspirational written by your peers? Is this a matter of morality? It seems so.

I have “friends” that I know have seen me tirelessly promoting my writing, whether it is my blog or the stories that I write and it is awful that they would just bypass it, but of course later I would see you sharing the video of some poor 12 year old child sucking a male’s appendage for 15 minutes!!

More so, It appears to be a matter of popularity and appearance. I’m not the prettiest person in the world, nor am I the most known. So, I get overlooked in our itty bitty community. I don’t want fame, Frankly, I prefer to stay out of the spotlight, but I question why society is so focused on the outward appearances of others that everyone else, that people who are far more brilliant both in personality and intelligence, are ignored. Considering that most gained that popularity through spreading their genitals around, I would never envy them, but it’s sickening that these are the people that garner so much attention.

I expect my blog and my writings to be ignored by my peers. Hell, my peers seem to think it’s cool that they “Don’t read” and then wonder why they read//spell//and write at a 2nd grade level.

Majority of my readers come from other parts of the world, and I can’t even imagine how. I am grateful for the readers that I have now, and I thank you all for having put up with my ramblings for so long.

As for home. Oh well. I’ll support those that I see for myself are not selfish and are considerate enough to take time out of their day to support others. For instance, is ran by a friend of mine and She’s also a music education major, vocalist, musician, blogger and photographer. I’ll support her for as long as I possibly can. Why? Because A, She’s awesome; B) she’s promoted my page when VERY VERY VERY few others I call friend has, and C) She’s friggin Awesome…Okay and her blog is amusing, interesting, and educational. I didn’t put the link there for style, Please do look at it.

To those of you at home that ARE reading, Thank you too. I just wish we really did “support our own” instead of using that line whenever it suits us to make us look better when we really don’t.


Gotta Love the New Semester

So Spring Semester 2013 has officially started and I have all the classes I wanted with the exception of Spanish because I was pretty much forced to take that. I don’t speak spanish very well besides the basics and I really wanted french, but hey, you don’t always get what you want.

So, the day starts off pretty well. I go to spanish, all excited, of course I don’t have my textbook because my financial aid hasn’t kicked in yet. It’s the first day of class, what evil teacher would make you do work on the very first day anyways? So, I reach to Class and I’m one of the first few people there. This older lady is there and decides to hold a conversation with me about rushing from work to go to class and then she would have to leave again to go back to work when it was over. Cool. I just smiled and added my part because she was nice. All the while I’m thinking “Wow, she’s kinda….decrepit.” No, seriously, she was old. At least in her 70’s. Anyways, the Teacher comes in, everyone turns to face her, she opens her mouth and “Spanish Spanish Spanish Spanish Y Spanish Spanish Spanish Spanish.” Now, I understand this is a spanish class, but for the first 25 minutes of class she spoke in nothing but spanish. This isn’t advanced spanish mind you, this is “Fundamental Spanish I” in other words “Spanish for dummies.” She was even asking us questions and trying to get us to introduce ourselves. I think the most common phrase for class was “Jo no se (I don’t know)” We were all lost, but after a while, we got an understanding and thankfully she started speaking english before class ended. Oh, she said Class would be predominantly spoken in spanish so I guess I better become friendly with that text book pretty soon.

Now the fun part. You just gotta Love my school. So, I went to the financial aid office to fix up my loans and stuff since I have 2 hours before my next class. Long story short, I got it done, I got my loan. I went to the cashier to accept my charges and CHA CHING the University actually owes me money. $402 to be exact. Praise baby Jesus. Hallelujah. I am ecstatic. Awesome, I just saved money without switching to geico. Guess who’s going to get those textbooks now? I am! So, I rush to the bookstore to get my books. The total comes up to $390.50. I’m at the register and the guys tells me “You need a voucher to get your books.” Tall Greek dude says what? He rings up my stuff and gives me the receipt and sends me back to the business office to get this voucher and then I would have to come all the way to get my stuff and then STILL go back onto campus for class. Let me tell you, my legs were cursing me. And to make matters worse, After waiting in that ridiculously long line for all of that, he tells me that when I get back I have to go into the line again. Ugh.

When that hell was over with, I go to Broadcast Communications. I was ready for this class. I cannot wait to get to the fun stuff. But it gets better. After thinking I had all my books, Teacher man goes “You need this other book” I’m like, Really? I really have to go spend more money? Cool. Class is over, I have 15 minutes till my next class which, thanks to my skillful ways of registering for class, happens to be in the same room. I rush out of the classroom and go the business office and ask “Do I need to go to the bookstore to get the voucher or can I get it here and then go the bookstore.” As if life was that easy. Nope. You have to go the bookstore first, get the receipt, then go the business office to get the voucher and then back to the bookstore. Oh yeah. Logic is just wasted on these people. Why not just give me the damn voucher, or better yet, the flipping money, and let me buy what I have to and be done with it. But who am to question the methods of a UNIVERSITY OF HIGHER LEARNING. Again. Ugh.

Get to the bookstore, the book I need is 42.75. Well, I decided to buy it another day. I rush back to class only to find out there are only currently 5 people in my entire class, and my teacher was almost 15 minutes late. My “Forget it” kicked in right then and there. All that running around, only to reach before the teacher. My legs were killing me, I was tired, I was sleepy, I was ready to go home.

Go home? You have no ride home Markida. Yay! I forgot about that.

No worries, I got home safely though, and that was the end of my day. I have homework already And all I’m thinking while I type this is….

Is it friday yet?