CLOSING OF CARIBANA SOAPS

YESSSSSS THE THING WAS STICKY..............Lawd how is always me does end up in the middle of the drama ah was not even here when the bacchanal break and the calls was coming in fast and furious.
Well people BAD TALK meh friend CURTIS fuh so,  they say he did shit for the parade and he hired Madam Ianthe to work on stage with he and she bark and bite everyone who crossed the stage.
Jamaal camp wanted to cut she ass on the stage in front the judges and ah hear she give he problems for spite, she say he too damn self righteous.........Lawd ah was minding my own business how is me????????.
Then ah hear it was pure drams in Loui camp who aint pass through back door to avoid Loui seeing them after they did reverse charges to Louis years before, from who went over there laughing saying you bring back Danzo here again to build shit!!!  These people aint easy and is the same Danzo that pull he out and make the band shine.
Then was bacchanal with he son as usual dais meh boi so ah go keep that under wraps, to Dr Jay mother there ever so often cooking food for them, the woman does make a sweet Oil down.
I heard she has Lupus and she is sick I guess this is her way of giving back to society after all she son cares about is what he can grab from the community, ah truly don't know how 2 such wonderful people make him nah, maybe the saying is true 2 nice people does really make a ugly chile........drops dead lmao!!
Then I hear this Aids one was in a whole suit hiding all she bohboh and was real calling people looking for mercy from them trying bad talk me, BITCH I never gave you AIDS so don't get mad I know or mad at who told me.
Listen yuh know when people dying they does start go church and be good do the best they can, well she is one that does go around fucking up people and wont run towards God, ah watching a show on TV 4 brides and see a horse face girl from tnt had a trini wedding an I wanna puke is like the whole story all over again wow!!!
Then this cantankerous 2 headed snake going back and forward back and forward from one person in the mas camp to another and from this one to that,, they truly say who does bring does carry.
But just like a 2 headed snake they don't need to change direction because there is a head on each end of their body yuh ass dunno which one yuh talking too at which time because they swift at moving in and out all about making comess in the community talking everyone business and spreading every body personal files all over the camps.
Poor Curtis he try, I always say is a good thing to let the parade end in the grounds like in TNT,  just they all clog at the gate and did not understand to move out and that probably caused chaos.
But all in all Curtis is a man does real TRY!!! And I give him perks for that.  Then I hearing this hobble double one yes,,,,ah nudder one that need to seek God face, walking around in and out Saldenah camp demanding they get rid of NOEL....NOEL ah say yes NOEL imagine that NOEL is the man I made the first set of costumes for in Canada he show me to explore my talent and I real damn Talented, back in the day was Noel, Curtis and Dexter fighting for me.
But Hayden had more head than all of them, and I end up by LOUI camp that was 15 years ago aye......LOVE meh LOU LOU, Gator and Hayden to this day.
But I thinking of this BITCH who the hell is you to JUST COME YUH KNOW.....YES JUS COME AH SAY, and come to say they have to get Noel out of here, since I know that man he is the most humble passive, team player I have ever known, the man Happy go-lucky and real down to earth, so please tell me what the hell Noel could have done for this biach to want him out the camp...well yes!!!
Word is they dunno what Thea going do next year she better stay home like me make a few babies and watch them grow take some time off and come back in due time, but for now Karma whipping she like a BITCH!!
Ah heard Nations don't want that back there, apparently she ain't up to their standards.
Then ah hear is more baccanal with food truck again, ah mean too say after all these years alluh still ain't learn how to get a good catering truck and feed people yet wow........better allyuh give them Tim Hortons gift card or Subway........wheyyyyyyy too much burn food, who aint get, tasteless food the works.
Then someone tell me they give Dexter a dose of SHUT UP "look ah wanna dead here".
They say they quiet he down till all in the meeting them he humble and quiet quiet, ah hear half the time he pull out he self all together, maybe he knows everyone find out about the whole collaboration of Fraud and the dealership which got cart down to prison by the RCMP and Fraud squad, is a good thing I did not go there to work papa!!! Passa Passa maybe is shame......but Dex is a good boy ah always like him I hope he pick up heself soon.
Then to close it off they say the rum drinkers like Narissa lose out bad and she like button taters well yes.....this life aye careful how you dig a hole for someone you might fall in it.
And then of course there is Dwayne the wannabe band leader and costume designer ah heard after the potato head fall short like humpty dumpty, he try another garbage costume he created and designed, Thank God the child grown and out the category come next year so he don't have to force her anymore she can play in a regular costume enjoy herself away from these sick designs and failures.
Then of course ah heard this buller man DJ (ah hear so ah dunno) cause Riyad to get fired from the station, and ah wanna say Riyad yuh is meh boi, fuck the haterz, you do your thing they cyah keep a good man down, that station sucks worst than community now, ah heard CHRY sounding better than them.
And not to mention they try to copy FLOW failed schedule and yup it failed also....bahhaaaaa
All the bandwagonist who they claimed they is the upright in society and the socalled elite which was why they was chosen was used, so now they realize what ah been saying yuh ass was never blasted elite yuh was a push over all along.
Each man have an excuse why they not on the station no more, come on now say it, I WAS USED, THEY FIRED ME!!
OF course the big community user is still there, he buck working very good for him, but all the others were cast out and all the Caribana drama is done for yet another year. FMC say they have NO damn money again, now they letting the Jamaican preacher thief out we money and come say they broke now they see how Caribanna committee used to feel.
Back to life back to reality back to your 9-5 paying jobs and for who don't have one well there's always welfare and disability, quite a few of you know that very well, because you fight daily to keep that cheque coming in, I saw that first hand with Madam Gail.
So until the band launching starts and more drama unfolds, I'll be right here getting the soaps, dont forget to send me or call me at 2896448292
or caribbeansoapopera@gmail.com

MANAGEMENT SOAPS

 Well yes so my BFF Fay Ann and Bunji Fired their MANAGER and got a new one, one I dunno if he can take them to the level they are about to transcend to right at this time.

But I must say after one time is 2 time.  I can still remember how hard I tried to get that manager to manage my daughter and as you know he believed in her and he did assist me to a point, but he did not fully embrace the management of her as she is a newbie and most people dont have the vision to take a rising star and push them where they have to go or take that lead they prefer to take someone who OUT there already.

Well words cannot express how torn I felt over this knowing what Fay said had to be true because of some simple things that kept unfolding surrounding dealing with him for my daughter.

First off when the song was done I approached him to use the song and he told me about his affiliation with Lexo, I immediately embraced the idea and started working on it but working with crooks in the business like Gmaster Gartte Greenidge, a liar and a thief who stole my money and to this day has not paid me, new comers and people alike in this business have to be very careful whom you give your money too.

But back to the story, I later found out a lot of things that I or my daughter was willfully left out of.

I hired someone a known man in our community to go out and do marketing for me and in doing that he made some contacts.  Probably giving them my info and seeking other info only to tell me shocking and devastating news.

1. the movie what the song was done as a THEME song for, she as the artiste was never given recognition for the song, and I first heard of this from a Radio Announcer firiends who told me why is the video being released before the song the song needs to be released then the video that way the video can complement the song, knowing is experience, I never second guessed it I just brushed it off, but if this is the way it started with Fay I can clearly understand her frustration at that point  And I am only making references to my own situation.

2. I was told when the film was aired in Toronto NO Que sheet was ever filed with any of the governing body for film and Arts and I was contacted by them asking why, as my daughter's name is registered in Socan and many other places as the singer for the theme song.  Emails asking me to get in touch with the producer of the movie to no avail.

 3. I was also informed that the place where the film was featured was never notified she was the singer and was not even called or invited to be there to be awarded celebrated or even recognized as the Canadian singer on the film.

And I learned this from the Mayor’s office......WOW!!

The whole ordeal when unveiled seemed from the persons looking on as a deliberate blindsided act of omitting her from any involvement with the movie even when her song was the theme song

Now I don't know if this was done absent mindlessly but with the pressures and commitment the manger had with all the things going on, I can totally see why also Fay may have become frustrated with minor details such as this that may have aggravated her.

I can never ask someone to continue ti work in an environment where they are uncomfortable, but what I can tell you is I have now seen a new song come out with Narine, and as my radio friend said, the song was released well before the video and the marketing for the song is 100 per cent right up there nothing like we received.

Me being the person I am had to question myself saying hummmmm still doubting what I see giving him, the manager the benefit of the doubt, that he is a good and genuine person and would never do such.

But staring the fact in the face and shocked as hell and wondering what Fay stared at that made her make such decisions??

(ah hear so ah dunno) Ah man say Fay wearing the pant in the relationship, don't we all, after all women are the boss in all those videos, and jokes hint on that, we are the ones that call the shots, men only feel they in-charge lol

After all it says PUM PUM rule lol.

So wha they wanted Bunji to do mash up he family, or leave the tight PUM PUM that gripping he when the night come for management.

Look I dunno a man in the word gonna do that, and (ah hear so ah dunno) but Fay have the SUP UP like me, the I SHALL RETURN and the MUST COME BACK, hook line and sinker.

When she drop 2 whine on the cockie and have Bunji breaking all from he little toe, can any damn manager make he do that..........

Well man or not when come tuh yuh that both heads start talk to yuh and yuh listen to your lower head yes.

Knowing my BFF I can only imagine the sweet FUCK she put on he the night before they drop this bombshell..... was she ACE is a secret whine we all, yes all of us women do, we does hold back and use it at the right time to hang they damn jack and have them bussing, with the mouth open and dribble running out.

So yeaaaa say wha yuh want is a feminine thing, we women are the BOSS, we wear the pants, PUM PUM RULE!

yea because it sweet it tight and it gripping.

Take that!!!!!

OH GOSH I GONE FOR SO LONG THE SOAPS RIPE

YES YES PEEPS!!! YOU KNOW I AM BACKWARDS travel in the Summer and sitting duck in the winter have to change that and fly out for the Winter, well yes the soaps ripe from back to back, in TNT and in Canada here I dunno where to start.
But let me start by saying condolences for the loss of the man RANGER, one of the sweetest and most conniving friend any chap could have.
The thing is he used to do it with such poise it was always such a joke, before I left he called me in a corner he said, 'I tired telling you I don't like your husband" and he smiling with him every time he looked at him and then he whisper "lets go I have a good man for you", the poor husband lost he aint know the plot behind his back slowly unfolding, and the joke is on him or so Ranger felt, but Mr Ranger did it so sweetly I laughed about it for days only saying, Ranger, Ranger.  I would never forget the look on his face when I left with my husband and left his plans up in arms, its the last look I will always recall of him.
People say he died because of DRUG relations others say is because he was making real baccanal amongst men and their women and you know that can be a ticklish thing.
Well the real Passa Passa is where were all those big artiste that used to drink with him, live up in he home when they come to tnt for Carnival and who used to go to him for perks for studio payment and to pay for their music.
I was personally with him one day when he was calling down bottles of Hennessy for them, one after the other gallons, he loved the movie light.
But why as a man of his stature did he not have the protection you expect considering he had that much financial backing  and living wthin the area he was??
Well people say he run all he supporters (ah hear so ah dunno) only the very few die hards were there with him. and I sat wondering where the big song writer cousin he had, all them songs he writing hundreds and thousand of dollars each year and I doh see sight of him at the funeral.
Well yes yuh born alone and yuh go die alone, all of them that drank out all he scotch aint even take the time out to come and say a our father for him by he grave or light a candle to help he cross over and while the community mourns a leader a friend a passa passa partner.
The death toll is at a rising high and the PM for Trinidad and Tobago says crime down, but ever week you hear one gunned down somewhere.
Looking at 48 hrs and the level of crime it is apparent we the black community have no remorse or value for the lives of each other, we tear away at the very fabric that created us or makes us a people, we deceive, lie, fight down and say anything to bring down our brother and when that's not good enough we gun them down like wolves in the street, and leave their bodies to the wind.
What have we become when we have no value for life.
well according to the video with the dog saving the dog and the humans running over a baby one after the other sie la vie.  view video here
Thats the life we live!!!!
RIP RANGER

WORK THAT PUSSY

A certain band leader requested I write this blog for Narissa of Blue's Carnival Fusion, because he was peeved about the way she doing business, now let me say a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do to survive and that is vice versa
Since long time days I always heard Narissa have the man them by the dozens and all she does is call one to water the lawn, one to pay the bill, one to fuck she, one to take she shopping and every other thing.
Poor Robin got he self caught up in the drama playing he love, but what he aint know is yuh cyah love a wolf or a scorpion, because yuh never know the true strength of a woman until yuh got she in hot water.
So madam drop she sheep clothing and the wolf jump out in his ass, and all the love he realise was just window curtain and his ass lost and broke down probably what he took years to achieve, and then what happen back to the old drawing board.  Some does call she the black widow spider and others call she the epileptic drunk, I simply call she a survivor.
She does wuk that pussy too get whatever she want, she damn right, not that I condone that, me personally cyah sleep with more than one man at a time, but to each his own, some woman have belly like cow not fucking me.
So while she in the band buying rum and entertaining all she men, all at the same time, under the same roof trying duplicate the band Callalloo, God knows how them men does turn Jackass so around she, I had to wonder if is rum they like so?
So hear nah rum go make man do anything!!! wow and then I heard she does push the big breast on them when she talking to them and yuh know after the surgery they probably perky and aint nothing get a man weak like ah big breast touching he chest making he dick get hard, after all a standing prick have no conscience.  And while she entertaining the men/drunks by her, Nations busy cutting sections left right and centre and for a certain person and wanna screeeeeeeeeeeeammm out, IT FUCKING GOOD!!! PAYBACK IS A BITCH and of course allyuh know KARMA is even a bigger mudder Cunt!!
So while Nations cutting sections because yuh know Marcus is a man of money and vision and he don't give a fuck if yuh talk the talk and cyah walk the walk yuh prettiness or yuh fucking mouth aint cutting shit around him,  is either yuh bring in money or keep it moving, after all he is a man on a mission with he fucking head on and none, not one keep he back or bring he down.
So while he take out he cocoyea broom and cleaning up he campaign and Narissa wuking that pussy and breast.
This Aids Victim walking from Mas Camp to Mas camp bad talking me rallying favours, while she aint telling people she have Aids eating from them and drinking with them, touching up their food and saying "yuh cyah get aids,  fucking man with condom and saying she have she proof she protected them, and putting people at risk because she has an incurable shingles, and this bitch wanna talk that I ran from her because I found out about she disease....................WELL AH JUST HAD TO ADD MEH FAVORITE LINE....LOOOOKKKKK HOOOOOWWW  BBIGGGGGGG THE PLACE ISSSSSSSSSS!!'
WHY IS FUCKING WE......WHY IS WE YUH ASS WANNA COME AND GET SICK, yuh catch yuh Aids I never send yuh, you the married man, he wife, the outside woman and the child died from Aids, now yuh wanna blame society and act like we OWE fucking yuh, well I never.  yuh going around telling people yuh child died from epileptic drugs and is AIDS, yuh have Aids and shingles and coming to eat drink and FUCKING mix and mingle with people to infect them, so how I know yuh won't infect my ass with all these fucking mosquitoes biting, is fucking summer, and we always scratching it, next thing my skin buss from scratching the mosquito bite and yuh blood end up in my bite... what the fuck I going do!!
well yes only in Fucking Canada aye!!
 but don't blame me ah hear so ah dunno!!!

We are our own Worst Enemy: The Reluctance to Leave Syndrome

I had to write this because I was informed as yuh know ah hear so ah dunno a certain Superstar celebrity in our little community always diss he woman, when he aint deny the damn woman saying is he cousin, he does bring woman right in her face,  From my own experience I have seen her around for about 5 years, but the painful part is I often see her depressed one day and happy with him another, she is always there for him , she is a woman I have seen stoop to levels to show him she is a good woman or do things to accept anything he dishes out just to prove she is humble and worthy to be the one, his wife.
And yet he has disregarded her so much that no one even knows about her, he is always out there seeking and quick to cast her aside for the next best opportunity,  And as soon as he finish playing he goes right back to her with a bag of stories I can only imagine, but lets step back and look at it for a moment
Often we sit and allow the pain of a broken heart and disappointment to consume us, that we become bitter and angry with others. We mask the pain, pretending that everything is ok, making our friends and family think that all is perfect and happy. But ARE WE REALLY HAPPY?
Now there's always one or two people we shoo shoo with, who we give half truths about the situation because being brutally honest about it will make us look like fools (because we're sticking around, and we know we're being fools for doing that, and we know that's what they're thinking).
So... We sit around, waiting for the opportunity to go through their phone, waiting for the opportunity to find out stuff, waiting for the opportunity to fish for information. We even go as far as picking people's mouths, manipulating situations to get information from others about the mess our partner's are doing. We try all sorts of stunts to gather details about what they're doing, yet when we find out, all we do is cuss, cry, make noise, create a scene, and keep our asses right there.
Won't it be more stress free if we didn't go snooping around for information? Because if we're going to stay, we might as well stay without the stress and paranoia. We might as well stay in the dark, cause what's the purpose of going through all of that to find out the truth and we're not going to do anything drastic but stick around and cry and resent and pretend.
Ok so we stay.   Then we resent, then we keep snooping around, then we start accusing and being insecure, then THEY start avoiding the drama by staying out more, by locking their phones and avoiding anything that will give light on their extra activities. But they do not stop what they're doing. Why don't they stop? Well, after we cried and we cussed and we made a scene, we stuck around for more. So why stop and we are fun to play with? We are fun fun fun! We become the TOY, its now dollie house, Ken and Barbie....its now not real!
We are their playground, they're playing a game, taking risks and it thrills them. They don't care about how it affects us because WE don't care about how it affects us. Oh, yes we care, just not enough to walk away. Oh yes, it hurts and it pains because we have given so much of our time, energy, commitment, love and many times sacrifice. Why are they doing this to ourselves? Why Why Why??? This isn't fair! Talking to God and asking him to make things better, but not asking him to give us the courage to pump and rise us out and into better.
But do we REALLY LOVE OURSELVES?
We don't care!
We don't love ourselves.
We like to see our own tears, we like to cry, some of us are gluttons for the punishment.  We like to call one or two friends and shoo shoo about the THIRD PARTY and say how they're disrespectful and they're hoes and bitches and sluts for going around our man. Our one or two shoo shoo friends listen and contribute but in their minds (this girl is one ass eh, she like dat headache). Our one or two shoo shoo friends have a conversation about our situations with one or two of their shoo shoo friends. Then next thing, everyone knows we're getting serious horn, and we taking shit because we don't love ourselves. Everyone is smiling in our faces and laughing behind our backs because we are dotish. So many nice people out here and we sticking around and selling ourselves short. We are a laughing stock. Because we do not love ourselves.
We know that other people know, but we pretend, we mask it, we make our family and friends think everything is happy and perfect because it's none of their business. Right?
Don't tell us what to do because "when so and so was horning you, you didn't do anything, so mind yuh business"
We do not love ourselves one bit. We are pretending and are our own cancers. We're slowly killing our bodies with stress and frustration, causing high blood pressure, headaches, body pain, irregular periods. We're are our own enemy. Why? We allowed it.
We wake up and continue pretending that everything is OK,  Normal Normal, The cycle starts over again, when he call "babes what time you passing later, or you calling down the phone to see if the Bitch around and start drama demanding his presence to try ensure he don't go to her.  At times we put the family in to try mend the fences, "Momma wanna know if you could bring de thing" on a text... Oh lawd, hold we head and cry. He knows de family, he knows how to play his way right back inside, We cuss again, we cry, we make a scene, he denies and changes the story, makes us out to be paranoid and always creating bacchanal and sends us down a guilt trip. He instils doubt to the point you and all wondering if is a mistake you making, He cools down, we cool down. He doh care if you cry and he says he is sorry and manipulates you to stop reading into everything too much because we are stressing ourselves out. Everything seems ok, he leaves... to go on to the next victim and you back in the cycle all over again, crying, fighting feeling cheated, rejected, disregarded and worthless to him.

We call our one or two shoo shoo friends and so the story goes. Another jackass story!
Watching in the mirror and we face looking Lil hard up. Stress!!! HORN aint NICE!!
I want my sisters to love themselves enough to take care of our bodies, minds, souls, health!!!
The easiest part is letting go, the hardest part is remembering while we grieve, and upholding ourselves to the point we remember the pain enough to say I not going back there EVER and maintain that strength giving ourselves the time to heal and discover our own beauty.

Not willing to realise we are worthy and any man willing to treat us with such remorse  will, HE does not deserve us!

Wake up my sisters!!!

Thanks Q

Mc Farlance or Mr Snapulopagus

well I grew up with a grandmother who had a village shop, and people used to lime there till wee hours, not to mention stand and talk people business, fight the works.  So there was always a drama going on by my grandmother's shop.
Well my granny used to post signs no limers, no gambling, no gossip bahhhaaaaa that never stop nothing and I used to cock my ears and listen the hot soaps, well boy like that energy does follow me like is a spirit!!
Just so I does be good good minding my own business and out of nowhere just so they does come and tell me the soaps, look how big Canada is, and is right to me they does come and bring the hot soaps, so  people lets begin, now remember ah hear so ah dunno!!
Just so I was minding my own business and a woman approached me telling me she building mas for Jamaal Band.
So I said what you building, she said 6 big pieces, her and a team of 3 other people, so I said "oh, well where is Mc Farlane and I was informed no one named Mc Farlane is there.
I said what, but I heard Mc Farlance and Ronnie is there building for them, I was then informed Ronnie has a section and I have not seen any Mc Farlance there, but we are doing the big pieces.  so I said...'well are you related to Mc Farlance'...yuh now I have to macco the soaps right, and then, she said 'no NO, we are just there working no Mc Farlane there', so I said so why did they say that to people, did something happen with Mc Farlance, and then I figured it was a method of intimidation and to send the appropriate signal to the right bands to get them in competition mode so they will think Jamaal's Band is the Band to beat, now I been saying for years Nations is the band to beat, however I dont know why Nations have had such bad luck at the judging.
But I am shocked to the point I am speechless....poop poop poop poop poop poop!!
yes sorry ah was drawing a blank there, ah just could not figure out why someone would lie about bringing a world class designer and builder as Mc Farlane and then he would not be there.
Now what if people decided to come to the camp to meet and greet and take pics with Mc Farlane what would happen then???
Look this is not my cup of tea, I like the hot drama coming in my next blog.
This is just a typical group of show off pretend people, creating am impression to make themselves seem greater.
Nothing wrong with that, is like an exaggerated sale or a exaggerated restaurant, like some of them out here that does say they fish nice.
Now remember a fisherman does never say he fish rotten, now while I love the Magloire's to death, ah have tuh say I never called no fowl, they just came in my garden and need I remind you AH HEAR SO AH DUNNO!!!

RAT ATE THE COCAINE!!

Remember that story, well what you did not know is that's the truth, since the rats we have now have mutated into highly intelligent beings and this is no shit aye.
So after I came from TNT my garage and basement was infested with rats I seen about 10 and the man said for every one you see 30 more hiding so I went on a chase to get them out my house and discovered this newly evolved being and what I am about to tell you whether you wanna believe or not its up to you but this is the Gospel truth.
So I started by washing down my basement with some strong cleaners getting all the filth out and I really washed it down until they were scampering for their lives and of course I killed a couple.
By the next day when the pest control man had arrived what I was about to discover is beyond me.
So the traps and baits were installed and of course a lot of the all special glue traps that we all so love to buy and believe in, well let me begin the drama.
The entire basement baited and set, rats where dropping like flies but what I did not know was the dying ones were teaching the young ones to survive and the consequences of eating poison or going into a trap and yup bet your bottom dollar, this is where the baccanal started.
So me thinking all was well and all the rats died I decided to bring home my groceries and left my huge 10lb bag of rice on the floor in the living room and went to bed only to awake next morning and see the bag bitten and pieces of rice all over the floor. I going mad started to surround the bag with glue traps to catch the little sucker when I saw him run under the cupboards,  I said ok today I am going catch you, well I moved around everything until  he jumped out but what I never expected to see was a rat skipping over the traps away from the glue to safety, well I had the pest control back in telling him my story he responded "oh yes, I have heard of that a lot but I don't believe it"..."well" I said "just look at my daughter's phone you will surely see a rat running from me but skipping in and around the traps not to get caught", eventually I hit him with the good old broom trick and that was the end of him.
Sure they were all gone now, only to settle in one night to hear something chewing through my bedroom floor and no matter how I knocked the little sucker did not stop chewing,  now I was sure they were coming in from outside and chewing through my walls and floor and oh yes they loved what was going on in here, so I set a few traps around the area where I heard the chewing, after about an hour I saw him dart and go running, I jumped up to watch, but what he did not anticipate is the slippery varnished and polished floors that had him skating without a sense of direction only to try dart back down his new whole just in time to get stuck on the trap,  yes I thought an old school fellar I got him now, I am going put him in the kitchen to scream for help to call who ever else was there to get stuck too.  Only to leave the kitchen and come back and see him chewing away at the trap from under him, in half hour he was almost off the trap so I stuck another one on top his back and left him sandwiched between  the 2 and to be honest I was sure he would be dead in a minute, only to run upstairs to get my phone and come back to see 2 empty traps yup he was gone like the wind and the traps laid there chewed twisted and a free rat running reign, well these creatures now not only know to avoid traps but they also know how to get off a trap if caught and yup the bait boxes still full so after calling the exterminator about 5 times to my premises he said look you got to starve them so they eat the poison.  I simply said "hell no they not eating it not because they eating other food they not eating it because they know its going kill them, the same way they jump over the trap or chew their way off if they get caught". Besides Rats don't want scraps anymore, the other day I find a piece of fry plantain stuck between the stove and when I take it out it was chew up chew up, pure rat bite all over it, them want fry snapper, jerk chicken, plantain, ackee and salt fish and just now they go ask for piece of steak. So folks don't look for a glue trap to help or some poison bricks in a bait box,  the survivors of those dead ancestors rats have trained and pre warned their generation, and they've mutated into a higher more intelligent and battle ready rat life style,  so you think again if you going catch rats these days, once they in its your task to get them out, yup I am sure I got them out the house but the garage is free reign and who knows when they going chew through the wall and come in again but this time I surely wont run for bait boxes or glue traps I think MaMa's good old broom will work for me against these mutated rats.....is down right war!

TO BE OR NOT TO BE????

Well the saying goes yuh damned if you do and you damned if you dont, listen nah sometimes no matter how much of yourself you give people still wont take the time to see the good in what you did they gonna try find the bad or a reason to procrastinate about what you did.
There have been so man times I myself have seen this thing called human nature be so ruthless and today my interview with a wonderful Nuffie woman proved human nature is a hell of a thing.
Seems New Foundland people have the mentality and temperament of a Caribbean person always happy, jolly go luck and bubbly personality.
And then there are the Caribbean Rebels ah not calling no names but yes YOU, you know who you are, they always making we black people look bad.
Then there are the talker the ones who always seem to be able to blah blah their big fucking mouth with no substance behind it because, they talk for talking sake they talk the talk but can never walk the walk.
Then there are the ones we know who always have a Fucking opinion, yes some that most times makes no fucking sense they just always wanna put in a 2 cents so they talk outa turn and Fucking outa time at times you just wanna reach out and slap them back to reality.
Then there are the judger's they never think someone is good enough is like they always telling God how the hell you go put me in this or how the hell you go give me that and quick to judge always casting blame on another soul, always saying she/ he aint Good enough but in the mean time how Good are they themselves.
Then there are the doubters the worst kind they will argue down to board it not so and 100 per cent of the time they don't have the facts aye they will argue on hear say....well ah did hear, and a man say,,,,,,gezzzz or it had a man who.....and they arguing like they was fucking there LORD!!
Then there are the ones who bring go and carry come lord they always know people business and they cannot utter a word without speaking about someone their conversation is always "yuh aint hear????
I does wanna reply NO fucker I did not.
Then there is the  Non accepters they always in denial yup they lost touch of reality they lost bad,,,,they will tell you something and you yourself will have to wonder if you was in the same place as them, they will start to tell you how wrong things was or why something is not as it should all the while, you'll be like wait a minute that's not how it went......was I not here, those kind will make you doubt your own self.
Then there are the impressionist they will put on one fancy show for you and when they done tell you a story you will feel wow only to realise sometime down the road it aint fucking so!!
Then there is a pity partier they always wanna make themselves out to be the victim and nuff time they always paint you such a story, they always looking down and always depressed they always sulking or they always complaining, yup
So I have touched base on if not all most of the personalities in the Caribbean this is we people this is how we are.
If you never notice before this is the time to take notice of the many attributes of personality there are out there!! Enjoy
And if you have any more to add please leave a comment.

Murder at the hands of a MOTHER

Well I been following the murder of Tiffany Gayle and I was in court today, wow what a turn of events, first off the Newspaper calls the deal given to the mother SWEET DEAL !!! yup her bail conditions, free to go where and when she wants and she walked from the jail no bailor needed, she signed her own bail, mind you on a murder charge!!!!!  Next seems she lied to the police and mislead them about where the murder weapon was, after she whistled like a bird telling them it was the husband that did it, but here is what is known according to the reports from the police pathologist and others that testified on behalf of the state.
1. Tiffany Gayle was beaten till they beat the poor chile fat off she an on the wall in the house, yes people pieces of fat was removed from all the areas she was beaten, on the wall.
2, She was beaten until she died and even after she died she was still being beaten, she was beaten in a violent rage of fury, that her lungs exploded in her chest and her rib cage shattered, and yes when her lungs popped as usual it comes up in the throat and that's where it was found.
3. That the parents did an amazing clean up job hiding the weapon and bathing her, washing off all the blood off her and cleaning up the house squeaky clean till they had to use special solutions and equipment to find the blood drenched areas, that they never called the police ambulance or otherwise and waited for the eldest daughter to come home before they called for help.
4. That these koonomono fools after bathing her dressed her again and put her into the tub and when they called 911 they all ran into different areas of the house to hide.  So when the police and ambulance arrived with fire fighters they were searching all over the house for the body.
5. that the findings of the autopsy showed that the child had a hole to her head her forehead, her lungs busted and ribs shattered she suffered serious internal bleeding from being beaten to death and still even after.
6. That all her blood was drained from her body as she bled out and they washed it all down the drain.

So let me summarize this, as you know West Indians and a lot of others like to share cut ass, yup we do and no matter how vex we get at times we do hit them a bad blow and once we do we melt, we stop sharing the licks, but what I dont understand is how a father or a mother go watch their own child and not feel nothing, beating the child to death, yuh buss she head yuh see blood the natural instinct is to stop but, pray tell me how the ass you go beat the child fat off she body and she lungs into she mouth.....now wta is this I truly hearing here, and to think when allyuh done kill the child allyuh have to audacity to clean up clean and wait for the elder daughter to finish work and then call the ambulance.
Well Father have mercy but ah think they go lose they ass in Jail.   I sat in the court watching Hermian aka the step mother and the father of this child who killed her and there was not a dry eye in the jury when this all went down.
Let me also tell you the jury is 10 white and 2 black and mostly mature people....I can tell you they will lose their ass in jail.
The crown said today that the mother is to be tried either murder in the 2nd degree based on being confined in an area or murder in the 2nd degree being an accessory to the killing, or get this or manslaughter.
For the father murder in the 1st degree, and now since he tried to communicate with witness asking them to change their story,  he got another charge trying to obstruct the course of justice, well yes boy this is therapy.
The bad part is none not one is innocent of the brutal murder of this child and she died with horror on her face and probably in so much pain, beaten to death by a baseball bat.
The woman told me her (the child) spirit appeared to her asking her to sink the father and in my mind I saying so she aint ask you to sink yuh self, yuh watch this man beat the chile to death then you clean and bathe she and clean the crime scene and what are you truly telling me here today.
Well the jury will start dileberations on Monday and it is my opinion that they will both be found guilty of the murder of Tiffany Gayle and sentenced to many years in prison, the mother may spend less time than the father but in the end the jury is done brought and sold on this issue its a done deal.  But who can truly get justice when the woman sent she chile for a better life and end up with a better corpse, any woman's worst nightmare, my heart goes out to her, may they rot in prison.
And while all this drama going on,  I go log onto fb only to see a boy kicking up a girl in a school in tnt, big kick in she chest and belly and all the students jumping up laughing and bawling and fcking people on FB saying she deserve it......WHAT THE FUCK I does really be seeing here, so there are valid reasons to beat women now,  so tell me this if she did get a bad kick and she ribs shatter and she lungs damage and she died what would we the people be saying today, come on people we need to reconstruct our minds and the way we think about violence and what is acceptable and righteous for our fellow men, because beating someone to a frazzle sure dont deserve an excuse!
Murder details HERE
And allyuh ah did not hear so aye ah know so!!

THE HORNER MAN CRYING!!

Oh gosh allyuh ah hear so aye I dunno, I heard a certain sweet looking juicy muscular, handsome promoter from Toronto banging a certain celebrity Dj Woman, yup and to think that they are rivals and he banging out he woman on a regular basis.
Ah hear when he done bang out she inside so and make she clean the bags, from top to button he does ask she when is he next fete, or wha is he next plan, since the promoter wanna make sure he fuck he from all sides.
So the next time you see 2 fete on the same day remember the Celebrity Dj wife get real bang out for that info.
But dont blame me ah hear so ah dunno!!!
Now allyuh call names ah go whistle, I could talk yuh know, but ah dont wanna break the trust I have with the promoter, not that I afraid to call he name,  but it good because I heard the very same Dj was seen leaving the dance with another woman, so until I do some more investiquiring to figure out the name of the Dj outside woman so I can buss the files.
I go sit here and watch man eat Dj's crew's biscuit and hush they mouth...but don't shoot the messenger  "ah hear so ah dunno!!!

FIGHT DOWN 4 WOMEN IN MUSIC

Well I have seen some great women come and go in this industry never reaching to the levels the men are at, when I think of female dis-jockeys in the industry how many of them have reached thus far, apparently they're not good enough.
You can see people like SKF a very hated and pushy guy who will stop at nothing to degrade a fellow disc-jockey only to make himself look better, and need I say like father like son!!
But I have sifted through it all and seen first hand how females are pushed out, left out, avoided, cast aside, degraded, and most of all provoked into silence by the Caribbean community male rivals, lets take a test Grenadian how many announcers/emcee, disc jockeys do you know, how many are females. Guyana, Trinidad, Barbados, St Lucia, St Vincent, St Thomas, Antigua, Jamaica is probably the only one that kinda slightly not a lot but a minute amount allow females to get to the top?
I have seen Dj's like KOS and The Bandit and many others force, push away and stomp down on any females in the industry.
Don't go to a party and mash up the dance they will run and grab mic from you,  stand to play next to you once they see you getting a minute moment of shine and glamour.
I have seen SKF fight, rush females in their face, go to promoters and beg, even discredit, belittle and complain like a sick puppy against any female on a stage so they will put him instead, he is the only one who don't want another person to ever take the stage, he will leave his own promotion and run to another event to make sure he is on all the stage at the same time.
My question is WHAT makes a male Emcee, Dis-jockey or announcer trample on a fellow female consort.
I am bewildered, is it not the old saying that the man with low self esteem had to put out another persons candle to make his shine brighter.
When I think of the charade that Dr Jay had put on claiming he had a female on board, I heard people eat off his head, asking why was she not a black girl, why was she an Indian like himself, is it he only liked his own type??? And then I remember Miss Boomarang and the fight down she got,  she was Indian too so race had nothing to so with it...yup it was simply cock-rights, and bragging rights of Ragetg or All Cocks.

I think half of them need to get a new logo use a huge dick with a golden tip in the shape of a crown because obviously some women have rubbed them like a close pin and their heads have become inflated.

Yup another one of my rants, this time on these assaultive dominators and the emotional violence unleashed against females in the industry who get rejected, shred and stomped out the way by the so called self proclaimed elite Disc-jockey, Emcee and announcers in our Caribbean community.

Start of the Drama

Welcome to the Baccanal Room,  where I will update you on all the gossip and soaps I am informed of happening around town, dont hesitate to email me your info or tips @caribbeansoapopera@gmail.com
Well this is going to be real drama,  all the hot soaps/ gossip and excitement going on in and around the various communities and of course the occasional tongue lashing or bashing of  the people we like, dislike or choose to scrutinize......yup time to EXPOSE it all let us begin.

Well is now June 2013 and a lot of people getting ready for the Caribana festival in Toronto, many bands have fell off the way side, Bands like Callaloo and True Dynasty of course ah hear the leader of True Dynasty,  congrats on your bouncing baby girl, buh ah hear so ah dunno that she give up she band because she wanted to be judge and jury.  Ah heard that she kicked John Kam out of the way!!!
Poor John,  but John how is always you,  like you need a bush bath, just so things does always bite your ass whether you deserve it or not.
Yes back to the drama,  well band leader madam secretary of the TMBA (Toronto Mas Bands Association),  who swindled her way in there riding on shoulders like Loui Saldena and many other is now the shit on the side of the road.
Yes!  Well madam sent John Kam a dismissal letter,  all the while she was planning and plotting to take over his position and of course ah sure when she sent the letter John maybe start cry, yuh know he love to cry. Season coming up and of course they dunno where John gone,  only to be informed that they have to hire another person,  so the opening went out for the job and of course Curtis Eustace being the better of the rejected applicants was chosen, and madam Bandleader was left in the cold (ah hear so ah dunno) so she decided to try back at the secretary position she gave up at TMBA,  of course TMBA now aware she fired John without any authorization, run she ass like a dog and put out a warning "she is no longer associated or is she the secretary of TMBA" talk about Karman being a bitch this time Karma was a perfect Jackass.
Now without a band or position in the TMBA she is forced to fall back on Carnival Nations yup until she give them a dose of the lashing she gave Loui, when he had she with him years ago and assisted to build she up to band-leader stature, And I know many other woman more deserving but was not given the chance, so listen this,  granny does always say you does pick pick until you pick shit!!
Good day bloggers hope you enjoyed the first bout of DRAMA in the Baccanal Room
lets winds down... True Dynasty has down sized to a section in Carnival Nations and yup Marlon lost he band out of his drunk stupidity, Narissa of Blue's Carnival Fusion has no one, not a soul since she was brave enough to kick out she only helper, CHRIS and of course no one else wanna help her as she is known as the epileptic Drunk, but remember ah hear so ah dunno!!