“Jah would never give the power to a baldhead

Run come crucify the dread.

Time alone- oh, time will tell;

Think you’re in heaven, but ya living in hell;”

Bob Marley – Time Will Tell

Ever since reading last week’s issue of the Belize Times, I cannot for the life of me get those nauseating images out of my head.  Like a horror movie that keeps you up at night, that smug photograph of Belize’s Prime Minister surrounded by family members that have “come-up” simply cannot escape me.

How could one man, one family, be so oblivious to the plight of an entire nation? How can sipping on 12 bottles of $400.00 Moet taste good, knowing full well that grown Belizean men cannot find a job to put bread on the table to feed their hungry children? 

How could one person actually accept $1.3 million dollars worth of tax payer dollars knowing that 500 new jobs could have been created, 300 new homes could have been built and thousands of our deserving children could go to school with that very same money?

The prophet himself, Bob Marley, forewarned us of the wrath of this baldhead.  In true fulfillment of Bob’s prophecy, our “baldhead” attempted to “crucify the dread” by proposing that our youths be locked down in detention for 90 days without seeing their lawyer. 

Belizeans have watched in dismay and utter disbelief as our “baldhead” has turned his back on the very same people who elected him into office, declaring war on our doctors, nurses, trade unions, and blaming corruption in his administration on public servants.  So arrogant, so pompous, so out-of-touch is this baldhead that he feels he can talk down to unionists and other hard working members of Belizean society without suffering any repercussions.      

Indeed time will tell on Dean Barrow. He has secured his future, by throwing every single ingredient into his pot to ensure that his recipe for disaster comes out perfectly.  Never in the history of Belizean politics has one man developed such distrust, such hatred and such disdain from an electorate in such a short span of time.

While I may never get a chance to sip on Moet with the baldhead, I would nonetheless like to make a toast to him on behalf of all Belizeans and say to him “You might be in heaven…but We’re living in hell.”

He might also not like the sound of this, but on every street corner the mood, the chant and the vibe are the same.   Yes the people are fed up but they are also hyped up, not because they are suffering at the hands of mean Dean but because sooner rather than later “they gonna chase that crazy baldhead right outta town”.

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