By Raffique Shah
August 22, 2026
Being an 80-year-old man stricken with mid- to late-stage Parkinson’s and quite possibly other ailments (I prefer to live in ignorance about the other issues, worrying might kill me faster), the last thing I should have on my mind is this country’s future.
As the old people would say, I have one foot in the hole waiting on the other to fall in. So, why then do I find myself worried about the future of my homeland and those who live in it? At first, I thought it was because of my grandchild and all her cousins, who may end up choosing Trinidad as their home, and not migrating their talents to what may look like greener pastures but are in fact very attractive slave mills.
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