So I woke up this morning feeling like a big dark cloud on a sunny day. Have you ever just felt down out of the blue because of disappointments from years ago? When I woke up this morning tears came to my eyes as I lingered on the thought of why bad things happen to good people. You can give your very best to the world, treat people with kindness and never expect anything from them in return. I was always told that I will always be blessed for the good I have done. When will this blessing come exactly? I started to think about how easy it is for people to be mean towards me and how hard each day can be when  the world seems to just be out to get me. I started to ask myself what I ever did to deserve any of this and no answer comes to mind. I've simply just been handed a bad hand in life and apparently there is nothing I can do about it. I'm not writing this to seek sympathy from anyone. I'm writing this to see if I'm really alone in this world. Do you ever feel like no

Today, is being celebrated as heroes day here in Jamaica and for many of us it's just a day to get off work and have some fun or get some rest. Do we really understand and appreciate what our heroes sacrificed for us? This question brings me back to the issue of whether or not history should become compulsory in schools. I believe that our children need to learn about where they are coming from or they will have no knowledge where they need to be in the future. Far too many Jamaicans find our culture to be boring and spend too many hours lost in other cultures or feeding on empty materials. However, for one day every year we get up and say how much our heroes mean to us and post their images. I stop and wonder from time to time how knowledgeable my fellow Jamaicans are when it comes to the work of our heroes.  This heroes day I implore us to take up a book and learn about the people who did so much for our nation and then try to emulate their wisdom. If our heroes were alive

I attended  basic and primary school in the heart of Spanish Town. I then went on to attend high  school in Kingston. Through it all I remained in Spanish Town and for almost 24 years I've called Spanish Town, Jamaica my home. The stigma attached to my community is known worldwide and not much is expected of the people who call it home. Despite the odds against us several high achievers have emerged from Spanish Town. However, I'm not here to focus on Spanish Town today I'm here to speak about the struggles of young people in Jamaica. While the leaders of my country are busy arguing over apologies, having elections and making decisions about prions,our country is falling apart. Young ladies are being attacked and killed, young men with dreams of making a difference are being killed , young people are graduating with qualifications but no job opportunities. Our leaders have all these visions of hope but apparently our safety comes last on their list of priorities.  Walk