Disconnecting to buy local for sustainable living

Anyone know of a local alternative to #Microsoft and some other #software and #hardware technologies and upgrades?
Does sustaining local enterprise mean disconnecting from global technologies?
Those who know me know I do not like shopping and am an advocate to #BuyLocal so I would appreciate info so as to avoid that new #7%Tax in addition to the other taxes already … see more www.kris-rampersad.blogspot.com
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Beyond the Boundary The West Indies and Britain Cricket Retribution The More Things Change ..Attitudes on Cricket the West Indies and Britain

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from Trinidad and Tobago
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Congratulations to THE CHAMPIONS: CRICKET LOVELY CRICKET: What Do They Know of #Cricket who only Cricket Know Celebrate BeyondTheBoundary amd #CLR James From SporTTscapes in LiTTscapes…. the EMpire STTrikes back – ask for the custommade LiTTour lolleaves@gmail.com @lolleaves @krisramp @glocalpot #Demokrissy #LeavesOfLife #CaribbeanLiterarySalon #Crickinfo crickinfo 

…and a journey down memory lane through the SporTTscapes to Heritage Reflections on colonial origins and British attitudes to Cricket in the West Indies and Britain…..

The More things Change …The West Indies
and  Britiain Attitudes to Cricket

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Open Statement Breaking the Silence on UNESCO Matters

Statement by Dr Kris Rampersad on Trinidad and Tobago’s handling of matters related to UNESCO

  1. Summary of main issues and concerns:  This statement follows a series of unsuccessful attempts to access existing democratic mechanism and processes for clarification and to correct the Parliamentary and public records on actions and statements by members of the Government since November 2015 in relation to the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisations (UNESCO) on activities in which I was legitimately engaged as a citizen and national of Trinidad and Tobago.

This occurred within and around the work of this organisation, UNESCO, devoted to promoting intercultural dialogue, peaceful negotiations and conflict resolution, in an already highly tense international meeting that involved balancing various extreme elements, and in the wake of the terrorist attacks on Paris in November 2015 which put further pressures on the already stressed peace-building systems and which cast a shadow over actions of officials from Trinidad and Tobago and the country’s engagement with its international partners, as well as raised questions about its treatment of nationals.

Returning to private life, my approach to date has been to allow established mechanisms and procedures to address this matter.

However, using the cover of powers, privileges and immunities of Parliament both the Minister of State in the Ministry of Education, the Honourable Lovell Francis in the House of Representatives on January 22, 2016 and the Minister of Education, the Honourable Anthony Garcia in the Senate on January 26, 2016 have distorted the facts with omissions, misalignments and misrepresentations of dates, sequences and chronologies; exhibiting as the line officials on UNESCO matters considerable deficiencies in knowledge and understanding about matters under their jurisdiction and portfolios on the roles and functions of offices, institutions, organisations and persons and processes, procedures and roles, functions and mechanisms and of international and national systems therein. This has cast further confusion over the issues about which I have been asked by various quarters nationally and internationally to clarify…. for more click here 




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Death of Knowledge and Social Conscience In The Time Of The Immortelles: For Irma, RIP My Friend

So you out out, jus so jus so, eh Irmes?
Photo from Irma Rambaran’s Facebook Page,
Just when the immortelles in their blaze of glory mock the
raging bushfires which like the social un-conscience casts in its wake this
monstrous – ‘not at all like proper children’ of Robert Louis Stevenson‘s Shadow over
the land in this wild unconscionable rampage of slash-and-burn of forests,
flora, fauna, wildlife, tree limbs, any limbs, any life of man, woman, children
or whatever may be also good and natural, eh?
Just when the yellow and pink and lilac poui blossoms like Asami Nagasaki’s Japanese cherry blossoms are beginning to peep out through their-green
leaves on the plains, valleys, hills and mountain tops, shyly then defiantly
daring the monstrous -not-at-all-like-proper, dece

nt well-formed – fires of slash-and-burn
to charge into them too, because they going down singing and dancing and
clapping and celebrating – you, Irmes, ups and jus out out jus so jus so, eh?

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Cross Country Cross TV hocus pocus
Irma’s profile Facebook photo: her dog
Into ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

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Breezes of a tropical Arab Spring: Open Letter to His Worship, the Honourable Mayor of Port of Spain on your resignation

Meet Me At Our Woodford Square Bench

Your Worship, the Mayor,

A drawing done for me by an ancient Japanese calligrapher
while I was on a Fellowship with the Foreign Press Centre,Japan 
I may still call you that, may I not, Honourable Sir, at least for this last day when you may hold that title? But who knows, eh? Twenty-four hours is a long time – as the last several hours must have proven for you – on our political stage which never fails to put on a greater show than the greatest show on earth, don’t care who we shame, once there is a stage and all the better if there are some flashing local and foreign media lights, ent?
Some, like Sparrow, say I am a prophet/ess of doom and gloom ‘cause it seems for the past 30 years or so I have been wildly waving me own individual flag that we on some merry go round and round – lots of false starts and stops, and political comings and goings, and sinking ships and even an attempted coup, but the same spinning-top-in-mud, and all ah we still laughing and asking ‘Who’s Yuh Leader’ like when that MP Joseph Toney was in the Parliament Red House get stalled in midsentence with cross talk, ducking bullets from the insurrectionists, just like them little little children in Laventille getting their life stop dead dead in their literal life tracks by flying bullets.
Letter signalling intentin to resign from His Worship,
 the Mayor of Portof Spain, Honourable Tim Kee,
issued February 13, 2016
Honourable Worship, Sir, Mr Mayor, like you, humming Kitchener, beautiful lyrics The Carnival Is Over I too wake up Ash Wednesday, and jus’ like dat, ask Paul Keen’s Douglas, in one go, woman strangled, you talk yuh talk, and suddenly I feel this breeze, whipping up and in no time at all it like a hurricane – although the hurricane season, like the Party, Done! But them there breezes blowing stronger and harder than the, Mighty Sparrow’s Phillip, My Dear! Them there breezes, loaded like guns with Sahara Dust from them there Arabian Desert, carrying something else too, Mr Mayor, Sir, are you feeling the feeling, like Shadow, are you getting the symptoms, because it feels very much, Sir, like the Arab Spring.
Imagine that! Arab Spring in we tropical clime, oui! The thought makes me feel like laughing ‘til meh belly bust, but I suspect Sir, that for you, it is no laughing matter, like them there people wine-ing up their almost naked bum-bum like they have kaka roach in they petticoats!
Your Worship Sir, is true, I only met you twice, and both times you were polite, attentive, and open to dialogue, much unlike some other company you keep, so I am sure, as you read this – because I believe you, Honourable Worship Sir, are a reading man who have no time for all that kindda stupidness, that you are as sceptical as the sceptics were when some similar pronouncement about Sahara Dust settling over we land was made to the meteorological scientific world by we very own native weatherman, Robin Maharaj. I am not sure if he is any relative to that other lewd-lyricked and lusty-prancing-up-she-big-big-some-say-fake-behind Nikki Minaj-cum-Maharaj born and bread Trinbagonian via St James, and proud migrant from the Burgesses of the Illustrious City of Port-of-Spain, in the way we just like to chase every Tom, Dick and Harrilal outta town.
Let me tell you about this Arabian Sahara Dust and Arab Spring ting, if you didn’t know, and I know that some politicians are pretty limited in their knowledge of national history – who could blame them with so much other things to deal with like wrecking people’s car and chasing scrunting-like-Scrunter vendors off the streets who shouting no no dey not going home like the kaiso-man-turn-gospel-singer, because Poverty Is Hell, Shadow knows, and Singing Sandra’s Voices from the Ghetto too.
Maharaj – the one named for a bird, not the one who sings like a maco macaw bird, shaking up she some say fake bumsie – had posited to the tickled-pink-like-Nikki-Minaj-scientific-world that the clouds over the South Americas was Sahara Dust and they laugh him outta here, oui! And then they get dust in they face, if I might steal a phrase from our beloved bard, David Rudder, like some of them there lewd dancers on the streets steal a wine fuh Carnival over the last two days, and some of them just asking for it, end up with no valentine, bus’ head, or dead, oui, like young Asami, maybe, who knows, because all that attention on You Honourabe Sir, have the authorities bazodee, they don’t know if they goingto catch criminal stranglers or coming to catch woman wine-ing on City Hall, because them woman know they cyar fight City Hall with guns and thing like the authorities, so the bacchanalists just wine-ing dong the place, like the Queen of bacchanal Destra’s Lucy.
If you ask me, I would like to bottle the Carnival wine, like the French bottle their wines, and submit it to UNESCO for both for outstanding universal value as an element of tangible cultural heritage, and for the representative list of the intangible cultural heritage of humanity, but they say who is me, I aint no expert winer gyul, and only a closet country-bookie flag woman, and everybody and Kitchener know you have no band without an experienced flag woman
Mr Mayor, I sympathise. I see how puzzled you and, and not you alone, plenty plenty more mayos and men and some women too are, because on the one hand they saying this is about what you say about woman, and woman is boss, as if you didn’t know that; and then they say it is about diplomacy, but you know Mr Mayor, nobody tell you yet, so I would tell you here, it is al of that and more. It is about the people and we culture and every Trini to the Bone person or politician worth a two cents know dont mess with we culture, because How We Vote Is Not How We Party! We fight hard hard for them freedoms, as if you and them so called historians dont remember Canboulay, and Hosay and Slavery and Indentureship and the licks and the kicks and the abuse and the dominance over we bodies – we fight Mr Mayor, we already pay with we blood and sweat and tears and plenty plenty of we children life for them rights and freedoms so what respectful right, Mr Mayor Sir, you or anybody have to read we the riot act about rights and responsibilities. Somebody have to say it Mr Mayor, you understand, it is bout de culture!
Already trying hard enough to not see the drugs and guns slipping through we borders in this borderless world, like we try hard to not see the Sahara dust, now we have to pretend that the Arab Spring thing too will pass, but we have to be careful, Mr Mayor, because if at least we could learn from history, though some historians can’t, no one will be left unscathed if what they saying about the Arab Srping fever is true. 
Them things have no passport saying ‘I is a Trini’, like you, me and Benjai, yet it seems no Rottweiler nor Doberman could ban them and chase them away, so they bulldoze their way through we borders, Machel-like Like a Boss, blowing over from the Arabian desert and across them there Gulf seas and onto we oceans and look them now hanging over we own Gulf – of Paria, and over the skyscapes and settling on the landscapes like if they are home with their Jahaji Bhai and nah leaving, and only prepared to just wine to the side like plenty TriniBagonians no matter how hard they trying to push we out.
Watered by the Ganges and the Nile, it look just like an Arab Spring, you don’t think, Mr Mayor Sir? Is Lent. Time to Repent, and it is not just because Sparrow and Capitalism Gone Mad. Time to join Sandra Voices From the Ghetto and Rudder for High Mas.
It aint nice, this Arab Spring fever; it could be too late, Mr Mayor Sir, mark meh prophesying words, it could be too late when the clouds clear, check the Economist
 Mr Honourable Mayor, Sir, the prognosis is this thing as deadly as Zika because it could cause everybody henceforth to be born with small heads, and smaller brains and other parts too, if you know what I mean – if that is possible, for some.
It may be, Honourable Worship, Sir, that this is the climate change that the world has been tra-la-la-ing ‘bout – tout bagai. It’s been coming, coming like a the Buurokeets Carnival band descneding down Calvary Hill, coming for the last 30 years, springing from all the failed dreams and hopes of the people since Independence, from One Love, jumping over the split-ups and the mash-ups, the attempted coup that still hauntng us, the deadlock, and re–wedlocks and woman time and them time and we time. Chaguanas West wiggle its finger, warning and still no one listen and then we vote in and we vote out and it still seem nobody listening and now it here, and it on we doorstep, chanting a Womantra but is really an eternal and age old chant for freedom.
Your Worship, it going to need plenty plenty prayers and it going to need plenty plenty inspiring and forward looking and thinking leadership if we going to avoid the mess that the Economist say the rest of them Arab Spring timers in. As respectable and honourable a gentleman as I am sure you are Sir, who loves and cares for women just as much as the other guy and as an honoured and respected leader of men, as you have proven since you already take the lead in resigning and we hope some of them others will follow the leader and do the same too and admit that they need some education in civics and gender sensitivity, not to mention in diplomacy, and culture sensitivity.
 But more about that for when we meet nah. You know, we still have that meeting pending. I don’t care that come tomorrow you don’t have office nor title. Boy, believe me, I know the feeling as you well know they trying that thing with me too – they say I have no office nor either, so they say. But Your Worship, Sir, I could show you how you don’t need either to serve the people, serve the people, serve the people.
Join me, let we start the education nah – gender, culture, diplomacy, civics, rights, responsibilities and respect, yes, respect – that’s what the people want because the people ent takng dat so, check 3Canal, they always welcoming people, ordinary people, everyday people, fighting to see we way, with no office or title or power, join we, nah, and leh we give the people what the people want – truth, rights, bread and justice, respect.
I will be the first to admit, all this must sound to you like literary fiction, like it does to plenty others, or like one of them crazy, loony vagrants in some madman rant Rudder-style who take shelter right under the eye and office of the Mayor – no respect for the office, if not the man, nah, all day, all night sprawling under the spreading samaan trees brought from India like me foreparents, and pouting poui trees planted in Woodford Square – to cover up what – you cyar tell meh, ent? Well, I bet you, neither can them who call themselves historians.
Mr Mayor, all I ask, humble bared naked and shorn off costume, decorations office and title, join me leh we boom up the history of betrayal and violence in we blood-soaked soil – domestic violence, verbal violence, gun violence, violence against women and children, tourists and ordinary people too who are just collateral damage. We would start by educating the educators who responsible for educating others, eh, what yuh say. We could talk some more  more about that when we meet, you name the date, I named the place – on that bench in Woodford Square – you know the one I mean.
And Happy Valentines, since I know you probably not feeling too much love right now, I sending you its kin, some in Peace – both by the song in that link, Peace, and the image in this page that was given to methree decades ago when I left my home for the first time for a foreign land on the trust that the host country will keep me safe and return me safely home. It did. That was Japan, and the image, the ancient Caligrapher who only signed his name as you see it there, told me it means Peace. I am sharing that with you, as well as the photo of that monument that preserves the horrendous ravishes of war, which we hope, we can save our country from, and from the Arab wasteland, create our own Spring. 

Nuff Respect.
Kris Rampersad,
of no fixed place of abode

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In war and peace from Hiroshima to Home – a memory for Asami Nagayaki

One of my most cherished experiences – my first foreign travel venture outsdie of Trinidad and Tobago – was to Japan through a Fellowship from the Foreign Press Centre of Japan courtesy the Government of Japan. It was a fellowship for journalists from the developing World and I was the only woman and the only person from the Caribbean or from this Hemisphere inCrime was at zero level and the city and streets of Tokyo were absolutely safe for a woman, or for anyone for that matter.

Preliminary Police notice on discovery with description 

the group  that included journalists from South East Asia and Africa as well.
 I pull out this memory with sadness at the fate of young Japanese Pannist  ‪#‎AsamiNagayika‬ who came to ‪#‎TrinidadandTobago‬ for love of our country and the ‪#‎Steelpan‬ recalling that ‪#‎Japan‬ was the first country to invite me in, and open my life up to other journeys ‪#‎LenBoogsieSharpe‬ may remember. The ‪#‎JapaneseGovernment has been an active sponsor of developing many dimensions of our culture and heritage apart from cultural exchanges like these in the spirit of cultural diplomacy and cultural cooperation. It also sponsored our ‪#‎UNESCO‬ workshops for strengthening Trinidad and Tobago’s and the ‪#‎Caribbean‬’s ‪#‎CulturalHeritage‬ see my photo album. My heart goes out to your family and country that opened its doors and its heart to me and so many other of our nationals – a couple of whom I met while I was there, as well. Oceans apart, yet Small World. It was not only our oceans that connect us but our culture and our basic existence as human beings in a universal chain of being.
 While there, apart from the theories and insights into the mechan

Post from Asami on returning home to Japan after Carnival 2014

isms and the operations of Japanese media and society, I also learnt the crafts of origami, the Japanese art of flower arranging and the Japanese Tea Ceremony all of which I practice in some form or the other today. I shared the Japanese reference for nature and the Shinto and Buddhism sense of the oneness in the creation of all of us, whether as small or large island communities as we are.
When I saw the police bulletin announcing that your body was found with a description I shared it with my friends, saying the description would almost fit a description of me. As someone who has often been engaged in foreign communities, there is always the possibility that one may be at some time void of identity because no one recognises you. Anonymity could be a remarkable creative space, or it could be the tragic sphere in which you found yourself.    

Police News Release  on Autopsy Report

As travellers, we do take a certain degree of risk of being away from home and community and family – if those even in our times and our place could be considered safe harbours – but we also so much rely on the friendliness and goodwill of the country and people to whom, as visitors, as strangers, we entrust our lives. We also take as a given that our country will be there for us as anchors, whether near or in the distance, in case of any storm we may encounter, as yours have been for you.
I am happy that you have met many Trinidadians and Tobagonians and Caribbean people who have bared their souls to you and made you feel, not a stranger, but as a member of our family. If only you can see the outpouring of love from my countryfolks and from yours, despite your brutal and violent death, you will Rest In Peace.

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Turning Our Dreams To Shame RIP Asami Nagayika‬ u walked our mile and a half

Call it cultural illiteracy, because beyond the gender insensitivity that has engendered the storm over the rape and murder of Japanese Steelpannist at the Trinidad and Tobago Carnival 2016, we have been ripping our hearts out to teach, to spark some knowledge so others may understand the meaning and place of culture, in national development, and in not just the soft spots of dance and jump up and make people feel nice in bikini and beads, but as an economic earner, in cultural diplomacy, in cultural politics, in sustainable development, in our place in the world and for cultural understanding –  walking the mile and a half (listen to Asami playing one of Trinidad and Tobago’s classical folk pieces
 AsamiNagayika‬ is just another one in a graveyard of cultural icons sacrificed on the alter of ignorance to narrow and myopic interests, turning our dreams to shame. RIP ‪#‎AsamiNagayika‬  For love of‪#‎TrinidadandTobago‬ and ‪#‎Steelpan‬ Just another day in our paradise in pain.

https://www.youtube.com/embed/Kq81GO2Z8gM?feature=player_embeddedJapan understands cultural diplomacy and cultural economics ‪#‎Japan‬ was the first country to invite me in, and open my life up to other journeys ‪#‎LenBoogsieSharpe‬ may remember the spark of cultural connection that ignited three decades hence. The‪#‎JapaneseGovernment‬ also sponsored our ‪#‎UNESCO‬ workshops for strengthening Trinidad and Tobago’s and the ‪#‎Caribbean‬‘s ‪#‎CulturalHeritage‬ see my photo albums though they were heavily resisted by like forces of ignorance. So we reap the whirlwind. 
My heart goes out to your family and country of Asami. You are not the first. Would you be the last? Let my people awake! 
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Focus Resources

One would think that given the need to focus all possible resources available into finding the rapist and murderer of #Japanese Steelpannist ‪#‎AsamiNagayika‬ at #TrinidadCarnival2016 that all hi-tech surveillance equipment will be redirected into that effort rather than wasting time, energy and resources on private citizens’ accounts, online and offline, and running interference with citizen’s social media and online and offline media and other business eh? #SignOfTheTimes 

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