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Re: Portland Videos
One evening downtown Port Antonio.
This was when the roads were ripped up while the new sewer system was being installed. But the construction didn’t stop the action on that clear, warm Saturday night. I took it all in as I stood on the steps of the NCB waiting for my ride.
Ohmygoodness…seeing this video is bringing back everything about that night. The sight, the smells, the noise and the conversation with “Miss Sarah”. I apologize 541lion, I must use a few words with this video.
https://youtu.be/gWjrncQu4jM
The little, elderly woman following the man pushing a cart full of bags joins me at the steps. She, well into her 70’s, reminds me of my late grandmother Sarah May. In fact, I was hoping her name was Sarah. The only way to find out is to talk to her.
She lives in Annotto Bay, about 40 minutes outside of PA. Every Thursday, she and a small group of stall mates travel to Port Antonio to sell their wares in the Muskgrave Market on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Saturday is the money making day.
I was impressed with the travel schedule and ask how she gets back and forth…taxi…private ride…bus? She tells me she sleeps on a blanket in the market because it costs too much to pay daily fare. I didn’t respond right away because what she said shocked me. She quickly added that she’s not alone, and that many other women from her area do the same. “The only time things not good in the night is when it rains.”
I wish I had the power to change her situation.
I asked her how she made out this weekend. Though she was tired, she mustered up a morsel of enthusiasm when she said “Me do good. Me make a likkle sumtim fe me purse.”
Her purse, she said, had a likkle more now. My purse…is not lacking. I emptied what I had and gave it to her. She thanked me then quickly turns toward the many bundled up bags piled on the sidewalk. I told her I didn’t want anything. She looked confused. I just smiled and gave her a hug. She sat on the step and unfolded the bills that were clutched in her hand.
Golden opportunities happen in Jamaica…even after the sun goes down.
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