With Greed all things are Possible

A man came into possession of a piece of land.
How he did can be debated, but the land was
marked 'No Build'.

Unlike other governmental advisories, this one
is pretty easy to understand. 'No Build' means
that you can Not Build on it. On the other
side of the road a housing scheme was going up
and he wanted to get in on it.

But; this was a No Build area.

Being a rich man he had lawyers investigate
what a No Build area meant.

The lawyers explained in language that he
should understand, that this meant he could
not put up any permanent structure on the land;
i.e. 'Build.'

He wanted to build so he sent them around
nine corners to come up with this plan for
'vacation homes' which would not be
permanent residences.

After doing whatever it took to have this
plan passed and get those houses built
cheek to jowl, he wished to sell them

It was not going well, as people knew
it was a No Build area.

They could see how close to the sea it was
and that it was lower than the road which
ran from the Hope Bridge to St. Thomas.

He waited until October, moved his daughter
into one of the houses, had lots of hype
and newspaper pix and soon all 56 houses
were sold, including the one his daughter
lived in.

Things went well until 2004 and the arrival
of hurricane Ivan which damaged and destroyed
the first row of houses, proving that there was
no sea wall, no coral reef, nothing between the
house and the sea to break its power.

The Residents of Caribbean Terrace gathered
to decided what they should do about it.

Idea were tossed and a lawyer mentioned,
probably without tact, that they could not
consider the value of their homes, for they
were valued Zero.

Each on shrieked at how much his or her home
was valued, unable to grasp that no one in
their right mind would pay 100k for a house
in Caribbean Terrace.

"My House is valued at Sixteen Million!" one
woman shrieked, and before they sent out
for two sticks and three nails, the lawyer
left them to form committees and make demands.

In 2005 and 2006 nothing happened, so everyone
thought it was a fluke and hence would not be
selling their house, save for Full Value.

In 2007 Dean hit, and destroyed the entire first
row and flooded even those farthest from the
sea

The No Build discussion reopened
and the committee was contacted by the Minister
and negotiations were entered.

Eight Million was offered for the larger and
Five Million for the smaller houses.

The Committee turned this down.

They hooted and hollered and argued and were
no longer to be welcome at the Ministry.

As Government held all the cards what was
decided was to not officially declare the
area No Build , which would
make the Gov liable to remove the people.

However, no change of ownership could be
registered on the Title.

Hence outside of those in the first row
who got 5.1M for their houses, the rest
got nothing, and were left to await the
next disaster.

Caribbean Terrace

I remember when I first came down to the Terrace to visit Lily.
Not that I thought it was Beverly Hills or Havendale
but that I accepted it as a Upper Middle Class Area.

If the Terrace ever was more than a dung heap
I never saw it.

Over the years Lily had betrayed an unhappiness.
I never realised being down here was that kind of curse.

The lure is the water and the electricity and the
garbage collection and a real address.

The draw back is living amongst souless animals.

Chisolm, who is better referred to as Chisfuck is the
paradigm of the miserable Old Bwoy.

When he can get it up he's over there by 'Miss Whyte' as
he calls her, the big fat whoring mampy.

Jamaicans are so funny, they betray themselves so easily.
Calling a pig 'Miss Whyte' as if she's worthy of respect
means she's giving him a wash off..

As Whyte is a very cheap slam she's got her customers.

There's Tinkimyoung...
this old bwoy drives a pick up blasting rap music like
he isn't dragging fifty.

Having see the young men leave their radios blasting
when they go in to slam a slut, he does too.

So for the thirty minutes he will be be slamming the slob
the radio in the cab has to be on high so that everyone
can know that Tinkimyoung is rolling on the Mampy.

I made enough noise about it so that even a moron
like Dawn Whyte would know that leaving the radio
blasting is a sign a man is slamming a slut...not his gal,
not anyone of value but a big and he knows she's a
pig and he needs everyone on the street to know he
KNOWS she's a pig.

Then there's Ugliman. Now this guy is really ugly.
She sent him up in the ackee tree last year, I
called the police.

His mouth is the loudest. He's 'one of the girls' so when
there's a Convocation of Chimpies next door, he's the
only male.

Being ugly, as ugly as the Mampy, but young, he gets to
be her toyboy. He understands that when another car
is parked in the drive, he waits.

Many times, when Chisfuck comes for his washoff, there
are cars in the drive, and he gets angry. He'll climb onto
the roof of this house to steal mangoes, having told
Melanie what a good friend he was to her father; (I never
saw him) and when Melanie came down here last time he
made himself useful.

Useful as any weasel looking for a free dollar.

He likes to send the 'gardener', a moron with a weed wacker,
who doubles as the 'plumber', so that he can split the cost
with him.

I've had my run ins with him.

On the other side is Barber. He captured a house, rents out
every square inch...which is what Lewin and Chisfuck desired
for this house.

Barber is a horny old bwoy wants to have sex with anything
female. He has a suffering wife and whore daughter who
screws his tenants and creates trouble.

He's another one likes to show ownership of this property.
He's planted in the small fenced area, along the gully sides,
he's really pathetic.

The area would have been emptied if the people weren't so
stupid. Now they wait for the next storm.