You know you are a true Trini if, among a long list of other things…. You’ve called someone (or been called) chunkalunks, thick thing, family (even if she’s not remotely related to you!) doo-do, dahlin’, reds, breds, horse or partner.
Hasley Crawford stadium on November 19, 1989, in Port-of-Spain, Trinidad. One game away from Italia 1990. If you are a true Soca Warrior – aka Strike Squad – supporter you know how that match ended.
I’ve decided to write this post after watching the plight of #Venezuelans and their struggle to survive on Al Jazeera.
While the world sleeps, the daily hardships of the people of Venezuela continue. The gaping gulf between rich and poor widens, while parents are willing to risk their lives to provide for their families.
No human on this earth should have to navigate the high seas to sell commodities to feed their children.
If you want to learn about the crisis in Venezuela to determine how you can help click here or listen to this National Public Radio piece https://www.npr.org/2018/12/18/677325140/trinidad-faces-humanitarian-crisis-as-more-venezuelans-come-for-refuge