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The blind,deaf and dumb leaders of Jamaica





   Firstly, let me point out that I am in no way making a mockery of the blind, deaf and dumb community of Jamaica. What I am strongly addressing at the moment is the state of  present day Jamaica and how I currently feel about those who I have to depend on to make the best decisions for us the people. Our leaders do listen to the people but only when election time is approaching, when election comes and goes they become blinded to the tears of the people.
  Have you ever stop to look at the posture of the leaders of other countries when they sit to discuss the affairs if their nation? They are upright, they are bold and confident. Take a look at the leaders of our country when they are making decisions,they argue about whose parts compared to whose parts, they sleep, they chew bubble gum they are as far as possible from the idea of professionalism. I will forever remember when the Prime minister  stated that she doesn't watch the news because she doesn't want to hear what they are saying about her. Simply put, she blocks out the perfect outlet to hear the concerns of her people, she remains deaf to the cries of the country.

   Our prime minister is known to be the lover of the poor people. Based on how I see she behaves towards the people I think the word love has lost all meaning. When you love someone you do what you can to ensure that their best interest is your number one concern and you communicate with the people. Kissing children and dancing on stagein front   of a selected few is not reaching out to the people it's just gaining political points.
   My recommendations are that our aging leaders step down and give the young people an opportunity to show what they can do. Our leaders need to learn how to communicate with the people. Let us know what is going on and what we can expect,show some form of interest in the people who put you in the positions you are currently fighting over. 


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