What a week it has been.

As was expected, we have forgotten about the JEEP and other promised modes of transportation. Erased the memories of the flag issue in Montego Bay and the need to change furnishings in newly occupied office in the East. Reggae icon Bob Marley proved that greatness is eternal. Rastafarians lashed out about colours. And we demonstrated that once you are a queen, we own your womb and the rights to it.

By the way, have we recovered the JDIP money as yet?

We are a fascinating bunch of people; grumble, murmur, media blitz and then on to the next one without hesitation. So eager are we to move on that anything can become newsworthy. And I do mean anything. Last week a rotting mango made headlines. Oh well, I guess I will have to follow suit and move on with today’s ramblings.

I’ve heard time and time again that the economy is in ruin and we’re in a recession… blah blah blah. I look around and I see prosperity even on the feet of some of the people crying for help. There are expensive smart phones that most Americans and Europeans can’t afford are in the hands of some not so smart people.

The latest cars are revving down the streets. And weekly events still take place where the bar ‘shell down’ as we would like to say… so I’m not so sure where this misconception is coming from.

Please help me to understand, I have never claimed to be the sharpest tool in the shed. Politician, taxi man, chatty chatty sound man, minibus drivers, scammers and people who just live for themselves… all sell fish. Even fish a sell fish in Jamaica.

It is an epidemic of smelly proportions. I implore the parish and city council people to enforce the laws against these miscreants since for the most part they abandon the formal market structure and just hawk their fish any and everywhere, totally mindless of how it is affecting the citizenry and well being of this beautiful island paradise. It seems like a big wanton melee. Every man for himself. There is no loyalty among the vendors either as their greed overwhelms every other desire. Being extremely bright, I have coined a word for this industry and its operations. The word is selfishness (pronounced sell-fish-ness). Brilliant huh? Someone please ask Oxford to send my prize.

Politicians will sit and watch their constituents hate and kill each other and not do anything and budgets will be ‘adjusted’ to accommodate personal taste because he/she just is about sell fish. Operators of motor vehicles (public and private) will obstruct traffic because it suits them to stop and pick up passengers wherever and whenever, sometimes without warning all in the name of selfishness. Law enforcers will allow criminals to go free so that they and can drive a big car, it is disgusting. I could go on but unfortunately, the space granted to me does not allow this. Besides, my readers are smart, so I know they get the picture.

If we don’t reign in these disgusting operators soon we will have a pandemic on our hands, because it is a rapidly growing malignancy which is highly contagious. I long for the return of “I am my brother’s keeper”. The situation is critical but not hopeless since change can happen. It is never too late. The church, Government etc. can’t do it, change begins with you. Let’s rid our minds and our country of selfishness and say Jamaica… land we love. Have a great weekend folks. Twitter @ElvaJamaica and as usual I appreciate comments via email elvachatalot@yahoo.com