“I was so angry I had to stop, turn back and address that man.
“She was a loving, kind and caring person, she was everything a mother could ask for,” Tejwattie Jinkoo better known as Sharda said as she described her dead daughter, 21-year-old Omwattie Gill known as Anjalie.
“I help out because there comes a time when we all need help and I am just doing my part even though I must tell you it is very hard, but I try,” she said almost breathlessly.
“We women can be our own biggest enemies,” she said. I nodded vigorously in agreement and added my two cents, stopping her thought process briefly.
“Everybody know me as the bush woman because is years now I does sell bush, you know, and I does look after people.
“I felt horrible. I felt traumatised. And worse of all I felt like a criminal.
“That environment is not for me and I just had to pack up and leave.
“I just want to tell my story because I went through a lot abuse, but now I get out and I happy.
“I use to think that when the day come I would feel so free and happy that it was over.
“Where were you last night? Where were you last night? You want knock me, you knock me,” the woman saying this was speaking to a man; she had grabbed his collar and was tugging and hitting him as she fired off the questions.
“Imagine I go to do a test for cervical cancer. I done frighten and shaky and to hear she talking about how she never hear about pap smear and she don’t know is what and all them things… I think what really wrong with these people,” she said.
“I am so scared, but I know I have to find out what is wrong.
It was the end of the working day and I was leaving the office when I saw her; she gave me a wave with a bright smile.
“It does really hurt me, some days I would just sit down and cry to know that I carry he for nine months and now I don’t have no baby,” she said in tears.
“I am not sure who you talking about because we don’t use first names here, we use last names, but if you know where to find her you can go ahead,” she said, smiling sweetly as she spoke.
“Sometimes I just get so frustrated as a mother that I wonder why I get children.
“I felt hurt, disappointed but it confirmed an inner fear I had for many years,” she said simply, describing how she felt when she found out that her husband of many years and father of her children, had sexually molested their only daughter.
“It is just hard for me to see myself like this and the New Year is coming, and things are not getting better.
“I thought having a baby was the best thing that could have happened to me.
“He attack me on the road and people deh all around and nobody come to help me.
“Girl I have already started cleaning,” my girlfriend said to me. “I want to make sure that by December 1st I finish everything.
“It came to a point where I wish I had the strength to commit suicide.
In the video, the two move in a dance and even though the moves are at times out of time with the beat of the music and the environment somewhat unkempt one initially gets the impression that they are a couple in love having fun; the caption is, “Nobody can stop this love”.
“I feel really bad and frustrated about this whole thing, me nah know why de police would do something like dah to me.
“I can’t express my feelings about it right now. It was terrible and I can’t see how somebody could do something like that to a mother.
“When I was getting her, I had so much dreams for her. I imagine I would be the perfect mother and she would be the perfect child who would grow up to be somebody good in life with a good job and I would be proud.” She rubbed her belly as if the child was still to be born.
She held her baby awkwardly as she tenderly looked into the child’s bright eyes.
The woman lovingly attended to what appeared to be a small wound on the one of the child’s fingers.
“They keep saying that God don’t give you more than you can take, but I going through hardship fuh me whole life, things not getting better.
“I don’t love him. Let me tell you that man treat me like nothing.
“As educators we play the role of imparting knowledge to the nation’s children and as it relates to imparting knowledge, the job demands various roles depending on the age of the pupil and the level that we teach.
“Girl you want this bag?” the woman asked in an irritated voice as she glared down at the small child standing near her.
“When my mother left I was small. My father use to beat her up and she left me and my sister and took the three boys.
“Sometimes I remember it like yesterday, when he touch me…. At first like I didn’t understand what he was doing but looking back even though I was small I know it was not a good thing, I know it was not the right thing,” she said almost forcibly.
Some time ago I was seated in my parked car on Camp Street with my two sons when I overheard a ruckus.
“When I see she face, I know something wrong right away. Me heart drop to me foot and is like I didn’t know what to do.
“I could remember vividly that as a child I would run from him because he would always try to touch my privates.
“I knew something was going on, but I could not put my finger on it.
“When my daughter write she get the lowest school in Georgetown. I couldn’t believe it, is like I went in shock…,” she said quietly.
I recently visited the women’s psychiatric ward of the Georgetown Public Hospital and I felt that were it not for the Grace of God I could have become mentally ill from just the appearance of the area and the depressing conditions under which its two patients were housed.
“My mom was not there for me, she would never support me with my homework and so.
“I got pregnant when I was 12 and my mother was angry, and she would beat me.
“There are always the memories, there are tears sometimes too. Quite a lot of memories, but I console myself with the fact that according to my faith in the resurrection I would see my son again under better circumstances.” The words of Claudette Fredericks who lost her son just about five months ago.
“Well some of my days are beautiful, and bright and energetic. On those days I forget there is still a word name cancer.
“I want a divorce. I don’t know if he is going to give it to me, because I believe he may want to give me a hard time.
“Some days does be trialling, but I had to throw pride and dignity behind and just do what I have to do.
“My daughter-in-law water bag buss since yesterday morning and she in suh much pain and only now dem preparing she to go theatre,” the woman said, worry etched on her face.
“I really don’t know how I get this thing and who give it to me.
“Sometimes I feel as if I am going out of my mind and then at other times I feel guilty as if I am not doing enough and I am failing them,” she said with a sad shake of her head.
The telephone on my desk rang. I answered and was informed that I had a visitor.