Making a Living

Sanitation worker by day and security guard by night, Donna Lewis says she does what has to be done because she has “obligations” to fulfil.

“As long as God give me help and strength I’m gonna ride my bike,” were the words of a hot dog vendor who has been plying his trade for 15 years; “I like it.”

On a hot sunny day nothing beats the heat like a bottle of cold refreshing sugarcane juice supplied by Abby Hall and Roy DeFlorimonte.

Wallace Murray has been making tombstones for over 20 years. It’s a job he took up following his retirement as a sexton with City Hall back in 1985.

In Mon Repos, at the junction where Agriculture Road meets the Railway Embankment, behind a makeshift stall with cherries and a few cashews, sits Kowsilla Takechand.

After difficulties with farming made it unprofitable, Bharrat (only name given) and his friend Desmond Sookram decided to become crab vendors in order to make a living.

As the rains pour, eighty-three year old Ramdeo Janki shelters under her umbrella and waits for her next customer to come.

“Pudding! Come get your pudding!” Claville Thomas calls out to persons as they pass her on the road. 

At a stall in Bourda Market, a well-dressed man with head bowed stands at a grinding stone, passing a knife’s blade over it. 

Mid-morning Gordon Critchlow sits in a little room surrounded by paint tins; his only source of light is the open door.