When seeing red is a great thing
Drowning almost, as I have been for the past ten years or so by a different kind of red, I cannot understand why we are seeing red over the spontaneous outpourings of civic pride as we buckle down to welcoming our 50th Independence anniversary.
If some people wish to make clothes out of material that takes our national colours as the theme, what's wrong with that?
Why are we making noise when people high or low use our flag to adorn themselves or their homes and places of work, or the highways and byways of this blessed nation on this once-in-a-lifetime occasion?
Is it because they pretend to care about the flag while choosing to ignore something just as important, namely our National Watchwords of Discipline, Tolerance, Production?
Living where I am up in Laventille, and struggling to cope as a single mother who lost her husband to the foolish bloodletting, I see nothing wrong or shameful in these banga times if the Honourable Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar's face adorns our flag, especially when the party protesting took $6 million of our money to raise a flag in the stadium, a piece of footloose spending that still has me seeing red.
Thank you, and Happy Independence.