If you’re able to buy property in this country- land, house, apartment etc., you’ve really achieved something great. The market is so unfavorable for the typical Jamaican. Salaries not equivalent to these costs at all.
I’m not crying… Y’ALL are 😭🥹 First thing I see on TikTok is a girl who moved in with her friend for 6 months just to get her life together. Friend told her rent was $350, she paid $400 anyway.
When it was time to move out… the friend handed her ALL $2,400 BACK 😭 and said she never needed the money, it was just to help her SAVE and go handle her business.
MY GOD 🥹 THIS is what love looks like. THIS is grace. THIS is being human.
Seriously, when di road dem aggo fix? There's a rawtid gaping hole on Eastwood Park near Springs Plaza, Red Hills Rd/Eastwood Park intersection (before Hurricane Melissa) Constant Spring Rd/ Dunrobin intersection, Maxfield Ave/Hagley Park Rd intersection, Most of Maxfield, Maxfield/ Spanish Town Rd intersection. Many MAJOR thoroughfare. I've used Radio Jamaica program with Stephen Shaw to complain, so I know he knows. I honestly don't care if it's parish council, nwa, private WHATEVER just fix di damn road dem
my goodness what a labour of love. she’s lost her sweet angel but she’s taking time to pump milk so other children get their nutrition. may your heart be comforted by all the good you’re putting into the world
After two weeks of hard work, we have completed our mission in Jamaica, following the devastation caused by Hurricane Melissa.
Thank you for giving us the opportunity to help.
God willing, you’ll be back on your feet soon.
@MyJPSOnline I know you’re working hard to restore power across the island, but a little communication would go a long way. Some of us in areas with no damage have been waiting almost two weeks without a single update. What’s really happening?
A random person in Jamaica sent me a DM a few days ago and she also sent one to our company page.
She said it was a long shot but she had a baby and was desperate after the hurricane. She managed to leave the western side of the island and get to St. Thomas but needed food.
I have avoided individual outreach because it simply isn’t scalable and we were focused on getting our bigger shipment to Jamaica…but it tugged at me and so I offered to send her US$200 via Western Union.
I also told her that she better not be a scammer!
She did laugh when I said that.
This evening she sent me a voicenote and a short video of the all the food she was able to buy and she said she also bought diapers.
I look forward to meeting her in person one day and especially her baby. Glad to know that honest people really do send DMs 🙏🏽
Man. #Hurricane#MELISSA. Incredible power. Perhaps the mightiest hurricane of the 83 I've witnessed.
My location (Crawford, a tiny beach town in St. Elizabeth Parish #Jamaica) took the full force of the inner right eyewall and may have seen the peak winds in this historic, record-smashing hurricane.
First pic: as it started to get scary. Bone-rattling gusts were making roofs explode into clouds of lethal confetti. The grand palm tree out front was starting to bend obscenely—in a way I found unnatural.
Second pic: after we bolted the door shut because it was getting too dangerous even to watch the storm. (I'd randomly ended up in the hotel's kitchen with a local family.)
The hurricane's inner eyewall was a screaming white void. All I could see through the cracks in the shutters was the color white—accompanied by a constant, ear-splitting scream that actually caused pain. (Notice the woman in the pic holding her ears.) The scream occasionally got higher and angrier, and those extra-screechy screams made my eardrums pulse. Meanwhile, water was forcing in through every crack—under the floor and between the window slats.
I remember shuddering at the thought of what was happening to the town—what this screaming white void was doing to people, homes, communities.
My fears were well-founded. The impact in this part of coastal St. Elizabeth Parish is catastrophic. Wooden structures were completely mowed down and in some cases swept from their foundations. Some concrete structures collapsed. The well-built ones—like my hotel—survived, but even they had major roof, window, and door damage. The landscape has been stripped bare—the trees just sticks. The roads are blocked with rubble and utility poles.
Nearby Black River—a unique old historical town right on the water—was smashed beyond recognition: historical sites destroyed, main streets filled with rubble, the town market twisted like a pretzel, even the regional hospital destroyed.
It's a good thing I wasn't in my hotel room during the storm because one of the windows blew out, showering the bed with glass and wood. The hotel lost most of its roof, and several third-story rooms were smashed open. But in the lower flooors, those grand old concrete walls protected us. And so far I'm aware of only two deaths in Crawford—a fellow who had a heart attack at the school next door (his body was still in his car and unclaimed the next morning, a sad and disturbing sight), and a woman who drowned in the storm surge in Gallon Beach. While walking down the devastated streets of Black River, I ran into the Jamaican Member of Parliament for this region, @floydgreenja. He's a great dude and I appreciate that he already has a gameplan for turning this catastrophe into an opportunity—to build this region back better. And I vowed on the spot that I'm going to make it my mission to spread awareness of this catastrophe and get that aid flowing in. I'll be talking about MELISSA a lot over the coming months—because it is both a fascinating meteorological event and a human disaster that demands an international response. (And I swear an epic video is coming out of this.)
El Salvador will send 3 humanitarian aid planes to Jamaica tomorrow.
More than 300 rescuers will take part in this mission, and we will send over 50 tons of supplies to support those affected by the devastation caused by Hurricane Melissa.
“God loves a cheerful giver.”
George William Gordon, #Jamaican National Hero in a letter to his wife Lucy, written an hour before he was hanged for his role in the Morant Bay Rebellion, 160 years ago today on 23 Oct 1865:
I do not deserve this sentence, for I never advised or took part in any insurrection; all I ever did was to recommend the people who complained to seek redress in a legitimate way, and if in this I erred, or have been misrepresented, I don’t think I deserve this extreme sentence. It is, however, the will of my Heavenly Father that I should thus suffer in obeying his command to relieve the poor and needy, and to protect, so far as I was able, the oppressed; and glory be to His name, and I thank Him that I suffer in such a cause. Glory be to the God and Father of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, and I can say that it is a great honour thus to suffer, for the servant cannot be greater than his Lord.
#Jamaica #Caribbean
This is Alex Roca Campillo.
He has cerebral palsy and just became the first person in the world with a 76% disability to finish a marathon.
Alex showed the world that a person’s inabilities don’t determine their value or potential.
Truly inspiration ❤️