Title: Caroni woes continue.
14 long years have passed since the sweet smell of burning cane filled our nostrils.
A whole generation now doesn’t know about Caroni 1975.
The life support for so many central families.
The natural grocery that fed our country.
And 14 years on, some former workers still suffer.
Close to 4 thousand are yet to receive severance packages they are legally required to be given.
And in that time, so many have died.
Waiting for recompense for those years of back breaking labour.
And as the institution crumbled, so did the society that was built around it.
The healthcare and Education system that serviced the workers and their families are in ruins.
Valuable assets like Brechin Castle, Ste. Madeleine and Club Sevilla stand as fading entities, holding on to ghosts of a sugar sweet past.
How can we possibly begin to revitalise this lost, forgotten, thrown away part of our society’s fabric?
It is fabric. It isn’t some soggy napkin.
It is the cloth from which so much of us are made.
Our ancestors, our grandparents who laboured to give us better lives.
And we need it now. For food.
As government after government continues to dishonour these pillars that moulded our country, we are left to a resigned fate that no longer, will the scent of burning cane fill our nostrils.
And the people that made it happen will turn to dust, just like the cane, without memory or reward for their sacrifices.