@AndreDun001876@ariennesoleil Relevant questions. Tyre warehouse carries only certain sizes of Kumho( which are proven safe for wet roads). Time to study the market and ensure the best tyres enter the country @tyrewarehouseja
Government nuh serious because I would have gotten some sort of court order to force the JTA President to make a formal report.
And if he is found lying, id have him charged.
Mi nuh run pickney joke.
How does a man rape his own daughter? Like how? What kind of man does that? And why does society allow him to live after doing that? There’s no rehabilitation possible for a man who rapes his own child! NONE!
The Big Apple tun The Big “Mango”. 🥭Raaaeee 🤣🤣.
Times Square Billboard nuh good again! Magazine coming soon from the HailUp Influencer App @hailupinfluencers
Face cyaad: @starr_ceska
De Frack: @azazieofficial
BTS: @kobw
Photography: @curtispan
Do I believe the Chief Justice fulfilled his duty? Yes. Grateful the proceedings were streamed live.
Am I happy? No.
Melissa is GONE. 3 boys lost their mom in the most tragic way. ALL his children have also their dad. Mel’s family & friends are still grieving.
But what’s next? There are 19 female Members of Parliament. I expect even one to examine whether it’s time to propose that Jamaica follow New Zealand in closing the legal loophole called "provocation" allowing murderers to argue that their victims "pushed them to it," downgrading murder to manslaughter. *my summation*
In 2009, New Zealand took a stand, abolishing it entirely after the New Zealand Law Commission specifically pointed out that the defense was overwhelmingly used by men who killed their female partners.
Sunday is International Women’s Day. It could not be more timely. Again, over to you Jamaica.
@FLOWJamaica taking pleasure to offer no service is not customer service FYI. If I requested the termination of a service and you dont terminate the service why should I be paying for the service yet another month especially when its not even available? Fix this!
@PICAJamaica if my driver's license has my married name and maiden name why do you need my marriage certificate to verify that I am married? Seems overbearing to me. Do you ask men for this?
Just read this beautiful story ♥
When I was seven, my grandmother taught me to play piano. Every Sunday afternoon. Her house. Her old upright piano.
She was patient. Kind. Never frustrated when I messed up. Made hot chocolate during breaks.
Those Sunday lessons were the best part of my childhood.
When I was twelve, my grandmother passed away.
The piano went to my uncle. He didn't play. It sat in his garage for fifteen years, collecting dust.
I'd think about it sometimes. All those Sunday afternoons locked inside that silent instrument.
When I was twenty-seven, my uncle called.
"I'm moving. Downsizing. Do you want Grandma's piano? I know you two had a special thing with it."
I lived in a tiny apartment. No space. No money to move it. No time to play anymore.
But I couldn't let it go to strangers.
"Yes. I'll take it."
I moved apartments just to fit that piano. Hired movers. Cost me $800 I didn't have.
But when it sat in my living room, I cried. It felt like having her back.
I didn't play it much. Life was busy. Work. Responsibilities.
But sometimes, late at night, I'd play the songs she taught me. Badly. Rusty. But it felt like talking to her.
Two years ago, a family moved in next door. Mom, dad, little girl about six years old.
I could hear the girl through the walls sometimes. Singing. Humming. Music was clearly her thing.
One day, her mom knocked on my door.
"I'm so sorry to bother you. But Emma—my daughter—heard your piano through the wall. She's obsessed. Asks every day if she can learn piano. But lessons are so expensive, and we just can't afford it right now."
She looked embarrassed. "I know it's a lot to ask, but... would you ever consider letting her see it? Just once? She's never seen a real piano up close."
I thought about my grandmother. About Sunday afternoons. About hot chocolate and patience.
"What if I taught her?" I said. "Not professionally. I'm not that good. But I could teach her what my grandmother taught me."
Her mom started crying. "We couldn't possibly"
"Sundays work for me. If they work for you."
That Sunday, Emma came over.
She approached the piano like it was magic. Touched the keys so gently.
I showed her middle C. Taught her "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" just like my grandmother taught me.
Made hot chocolate during our break.
For two years now, every Sunday, Emma comes over.
She's gotten good. Really good. She practices every day. Her mom sends me videos of her playing at home on a keyboard they saved up for.
Last month, Emma performed in her school talent show. Played a song I taught her.
I went to watch. Brought her flowers.
When she finished, she looked right at me in the audience and waved. Mouthing: "Thank you."
Her mom hugged me afterward. "You've given her something we never could have afforded. She talks about you the way some kids talk about their heroes."
But here's what her mom doesn't know:
Emma saved me too.
After my grandmother died, that piano was just furniture. A memory collecting dust.
Emma brought it back to life. Brought those Sunday afternoons back. Brought my grandmother's gift full circle.
Yesterday, Emma asked me: "When I grow up and have kids, can I teach them piano too?"
"I hope you do," I said.
"And I'll make them hot chocolate during breaks. Just like you do."
I realized: my grandmother's kindness didn't die with her. It didn't even die when I stopped playing.
It's living in Emma's hands. In those Sunday afternoons. In the hot chocolate and patience.
And someday, it'll live in her children's hands too.
Because thirty years ago, a grandmother chose to spend Sunday afternoons teaching a seven-year-old girl to play piano.
And that choice is still echoing. Still creating music. Still bringing people together.
@suebellaC Hardest thing I tell you. My dad had to do a critical procedure last year and in discussing his risks Dr mentioned that due to his age... he is high risk because he is elderly. That lump is still in my throat. My DADDY has never been elderly 😢. Indigestible
Lord, as schools reopen today, we cover every child in prayer. Keep them safe travelling to and from school. 🙏🏽✨ Bless our teachers, principals, and school leaders for their service. And protect everyone who transports our children each day. 🙏✨️📚💫 🇯🇲
The misinformation is exhausting. NO gov’t source said Grand Market is cancelled - so why repeat it? And the PM mentioning transitioning to vouchers doesn’t mean “stop all care packages.” Think. Verify. Share responsibly.