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.


Burr It’s cold in here

Burr, It’s cold in here. There must be some Caribs in the atmosphere, I said BURR it’s cold in here, uhhuh there must be Caribs in the atmosphere. Oh ee oh ee oh, Ice Ice Ice.

Ahem. I couldn’t resist. Caribs was the mascot of my High School.

But moving along.

It’s been really cold lately in the sunny little Virgin Islands. This is really weird considering that the coldest is usually about 70-74 degrees. Not only is the nippy weather annoying, but the people running around going “That’s not cold” are even far more annoying.

When you live on an island in the tropics, the last thing you are ever worried about is the cold. Why? Because the temperatures and the seasons revolve around heat. What this place lacks in cold and shade it makes up for with seering heat and blinding sunshine. We don’t get winter. Our seasons consist of Hot, Hurricane Season (Joyous), hotter, and friggin Ridiculous.

Now, all of sudden, it was 51 degrees the other night and I was in tears. I usually limit the clothes I sleep in, but due to the weather, I was forced to pull out a long sleeved shirt and sweat pants. What kind of madness is that? I should be sleeping in a bra and boyshorts.

So, I take myself to facebook and write “51* Why is it so cold?” because Facebook was kind enough to ask me what was on my mind. Then, low and behold someone waltzes under my status and say “That’s not cold” and then proceed to ask me if I want to know what is cold.

Three things.

1) I wasn’t raised in cold weather. If it is below 70, it is cold TO ME, because I am not USED to COLD WEATHER.

2) OBVIOUSLY I don’t want to know what cold is, because I am already perturbed by what you deem is not cold. Is it not blatantly obvious that I do not want to experience any form of cold?

3)Who are you to decide what is cold to someone and what is not cold? Who died and made you the weather man. What? So suddenly you’re the Ice king/Queen.This isn’t adventure time, be gone with your foolishness.

I’m waiting for a speck of snow to fall. At the rate this is going, I won’t even be surprised.

And you know what. If it does, I hope it’s enough so I can order some Ice skates and go ice skating on Creque Dam.

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The Break is over

Guess who’s back? Back again? Kida’s back! Tell a friend! Now everyone report to the Blog page, to the blog page, to the blog page. Now everyone report to the blog page, alright stop…..Rambling time!

You have no idea how much fun I had with that just now. Seriously. Slim Shady is always a means for good fun.


I took a break for pretty much the entire month of december because, well, it’s the holidays; time for eating, sleeping, fun, more sleep, shenanigans, and elicit activities. For me, it was just mostly sleeping and eating and cuddling.

Yes, I said cuddling.

I had the best surprise ever this christmas. On Christmas day itself the love of my life (hush) returned from Germany! I wasn’t expecting it all because I was thoroughly lied to! I was told he would not be coming at all until summer of 2013 because of some passport nonsense of the other, but it was just one big lie the whole time! I don’t trust anything he says now about when he is coming again but it was the best surprise ever. Like the child I am, I cried like a big slobbering baby when he came. Our daughter on the hand, because she’s much more mature than I am at just 4 months old, just stared at him, while probably wonder if she could spit and dribble on this guy too. Needless to say, she did. Mission Accomplished on Baby’s part.

He spent almost everyday at my place, learning the ways of parenthood and emptying out his pockets because babies are expensive and this one plans to eat us out of house and home. We went a few times, nothing fancy, but each moment was still precious. I think Shira (our daughter) has a love//hate thing with him because he insists on “Cutting her cheeks.” The fool enjoyed making a scissors with his fingers and squeezing poor Shira’s cheeks between them (Not hard of course). She hates it. Oh and there was his habit of making her follow his iphone, and telling her “Let’s sleep” when he knows she had no intentions of sleeping.Sigh. I think I have two kids now that I think about it.

Him aside, December to Early January marked the beginning of the 60th anniversary of the Crucian Christmas festival. It was huge, it was grand, it was filled with dancing, parades, lights, costumes, food, music, rides, games, food, wild and worthless behavior and food! I saw many faces that thought I had disappeared from the planet because I am such an antisocial person that refuses to leave her house. If I had a dollar for everyone that said “That’s Markida? or Markida that’s you?” I would probably be swimming in cash right about now.

But it has come to a close and now begins the start of Spring Semester 2013. I have four classes this semester, and I am actually looking forward to them. Can’t wait! I plan to work hard and Play hard this semester! It’s a new year and I would like to start getting my life on track.


Not a Likable Person

Lately, I’ve been getting the feeling that I’m not a very liked person.

I don’t know what it is, but I find that a lot of people where I come from (mostly females) don’t like me very much. And while it’s true that I don’t typically get along with girls, the ones that obviously don’t care for me do not have a very good reason. In fact, most of the arguments that I get into with them are over stupid things.

Twice I got into it with girls because I corrected their spelling. A SPELLING CORRECTION MIND YOU. It escalated into an argument and I may have gone over board but I kid you not, it could have been avoided if all they had done was ignore me, or just accept the fact that I was trying to HELP them.

The other time I got into it was because I made a general statement and the bimbo got all hot and bothered and assumed it was for her. But then she’s the type who likes attention and gets into it with everyone so That shouldn’t come as a surprise, but this isn’t about her.

Even people I have done nothing to and have never spoken to give me the impression that they don’t care to be near me and I can’t put my finger on what I have ever done to make folks dislike me. In fact,. I’m a pretty nice person. I can be straightforward and harsh, but I would think people would prefer the harsh truth than to be coddled with a lie. I sure am not going to lie to anyone just to make them feel better about themselves. I’m guessing that’s probably why people don’t like me. Because I’m not a coddler.

A lot of folks where I come from are bullies really. I don’t support this. So when others are laughing at “slander” I shake my head at it. I guess they don’t like me for this either. They find the bullying funny when I think it’s just ignorant. Since I’m not kissing their asses or hopping on their bandwagon, they don’t fancy me.

Speaking of ass kissing, I can write the most profound statement ever known to mankind and not get one like or comment about it, but the “popular” bimbo can say Hey or put up a picture of her face with a stupid ass caption that has NOTHING to do with her picture and get 600 likes and comments. What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you people? I can barely scrimmage up 2 likes on a photo and I would like to believe that I am not so hideous. Clearly there is some form of dementia happening here or folks are desperate to gain this person’s friendship/faking it/or in most cases trying to find a way into the person’s probably over mileaged genitals.

Honestly, if I have to suck up to folks, support harassment, and lie to people, then maybe I don’t want to be liked. I can live with having just a few friends because that isn’t the type of life I want to be apart of. It seems sad really.

So if this is really why you don’t like me. That’s fine. I do have friends, and I love them to the point where I consider them family.

I feel bad for these people though. I really do. It’s like they are living a lie. And maybe I don’t want to be liked by people who can’t think for themselves.

Maybe I’m not meant to be liked by yall….

And maybe yall are just plain……dumb.

Long Distance Blues

When it comes to relationships, I believe that there is no reason why you are unable to meet with your significant other. If you are truly in love then no matter the distance you will find a way. Long distant relationships are the problem. When you and your love one are 15oo miles apart, I can see how meeting each other can be a problem, but this issue is mainly focused on My dear little island of St.Croix, USVI.

St.Croix, for those who do not know, is only 84 square miles. It’s barely even recognizable on a map. You can travel the entire island from Dead east, to Dead west, in about a day and a half, probably even shorter than that. It bothers me to no end when couples are unable to see each other despite this. I hate when they use the excuse “I don’t have a ride”.  There is this thing called a taxi that is only $2.50 for each trip. You could be traveling from Goldenrock to the Dock and it will still be $2.50. I’m sure you just bought $8.00 worth of food, but you can’t make it to the love of your life? Really? Then that can’t be love.

You should be able to meet each other halfway atleast. Because that’s what you do when you are in love. You find a way no matter the obstacle. I live in east and my Best friend basically lives in west and the taxi does not even travel all the way to where she lives. I make it my business to get on that bus, get off at the nearest stop and walk that god awful stretch and up that sinful hill just to see her. My boyfriend lives even farther and I took an unhealthily long stroll in the sun back and forth just to see him (And I’m pretty darn lazy). And why is that? Because I care. And If I really wanted to see them then I will happily go that extra mile. If you can’t do this, and you’re supposedly so in love. Well, Maybe you aren’t as in love as you think.