Potholes in Trinidad and Tobago have become such a part of our driving experience that I have even begun to place them into categories. I have, over the course of the last few months been able to identify some nine unique types of potholes. Here they are in no particular order:

1. Your normal, run-of-the-mill pothole. The regular ones which create very little problems in avoiding or otherwise manoeuvring around. These, many times simply involve angling the vehicle so as to have them pass harmlessly between the tyres.

2. The pseudo pothole: Not a pothole at all in the true sense of the word but just as deadly. These are usually some depression in the road representing a Water and Sewerage Authority lock-off valve or manhole cover. They often lurk just in line with the path of your left wheel.

3. The edgee: A large hole lurking on the left edge of the road, sometimes partially covered in grass. Usually very deep and very jazzed. Most deadly at night.

4. The manicured pothole: An area of asphalt which for some reason seems to have been surgically removed from the middle of the road or lane. Usually square or rectangular in shape. Several of them exist along the Golden Grove Road on the way from the airport. Like crop circles they seem to be evidence or some other worldly force at work. Why else would they exist, I wonder?

5. The camouflage pothole: Those that hide on corners, the down slope of inclines or otherwise in some location where you don’t know that they exist till you experience the death rattle of your shocks and spinal column.

6. The scatter shot: An area of several small potholes in a tight cluster. These require a level of dexterity to manoeuvre around, but are usually so clustered that it becomes a matter of selecting the lesser of several evils.

7. The upside-down pothole: Believe me they exist. While potholes normally represent a depression in the road, we Trinis have developed the ability to install manholes which actually protrude several inches above the level of the road. Take the zig-zag drive behind Bhagwansingh in Trincity from the mall and see what I mean.

8. The trench: Normally the result of WASA projects or some other roadworks gone wrong, the trench is an impossible monstrosity to avoid. Extending across the entire width of the road or lane you simply have to surrender yourself to its power and hold on.

9. The pot road: Yep, again they do exist. What do you get when there is more pothole than actual road? Then it actually becomes a situation where it is safer to drive in the hole than to attempt to find the road. I recently traversed Mon Desir road which connects the Southern Main Road Cunupia with Madrass Road, St Helena, and found that very reality actually exists. The Toco main road has also at times been in that said condition. There you have it. Pothole 101, Trini style. Please Mr Minister, save us.


Public confidence in any government is not helped when the family of a senior government minister is the beneficiary of State contacts. In the case of Attorney General Faris Al-Rawi, contracts to his relatives run to over $20 million a year for the rental of property, according to an exclusive Sunday Express report. Put in context, this works out to 8.5 per cent of the State’s annual bill for the rental of private property.

I wish to thank the endorsers of the statement on the “Education of Children of African Origin” articles that appeared in this paper recently. The statement rightly raised several issues of inequality in access to quality education in T&T, by black children (among others).

Every employee in Trinidad and Tobago, regardless of if they work in the public or private sector, is entitled by law to certain rights.

I have been working with the United Nations on Violence against the Women/Gender-Based Violence for the past ten years in Africa, the Arab world, and Eastern Europe. And in Trinidad and Tobago we have had one of those recent uproars over the killing of women and the search for causes. And the primary cause stares us in the face.

The state of existence as a tribalist is when one is living with a distinctive characteristic so as to be identified with a particular identifiable distinctive group. This status quo surfaces to facilitate the tribal member who is excessively loyal to his own group. 

LISTENING to President Paula-Mae Weekes’s address on the reopening of the Red House, even the most sceptical among us could not help but be impressed, indeed be moved, by her departure on the role she was expected to play and the sentiments she was expected to express as head of officialdom, to be a spokesperson for the people on the ground pointing to their “hurt” and the inability of the leadership to address this hurt.