Flood

Through its infinite wisdom, the universe saw it fit that I would not live as an engineer. That being said, it is with limited understanding of structures and flow that I offer this criticism. First, how is it that Port-of-Spain still floods? And I wonder if anything is being done to address this fact. Something must be in the works, there is no way that the government would blindly move to expand the pressure on the infrastructure of the capital without first ensuring that said infrastructure has the capacity to handle the increased load. Right? Politicians may be evil and uncaring but they aren't stupid right? How blind can Vision 2020 really be? Ironic that 20/20 means perfect sight, yet this vision seems to have more cataracts than a home for the aged. Many objections have been raised from different circles, from artists to politicians, to engineers and academics. The current expansion is often labelled as being 'un-sustainable' by the dissenters. Yet the government is still forging along, taking a 'father knows best' approach. All the voices of objection aren''t silenced, but they are ignored. Yet is this not a democracy? Where do we go, who do we turn to now? After objecting and having our say, father knows best and lets us know this, so what is left? What is next after we object like well-mannered, respectful citizens? What is left for us when our objection leads to no change? How long will we be patronized for? Or do we perhaps make a bargain with evolution and exchange our revolutionary spirit for gills so that we can live in the floodwaters? When will our limit be reached and our frustration at not being heard lead us to action? Until such a time, until we either take control of our destinies or roll over and give up totally, all we can continue to do is object like good, little citizens. Some say we're waiting on a leader. Yet revolutions are made by people, not leaders. The people must first rise, then we can deicde who will lead. But we happy with what we have. A rum to drink, a party to go to, and a rich mind to distract. Welcome welcome one and all, to the land of fetes, trini to the bone...trini to the bone.