The New Basseterre High School And The Aquifer By Earle Clarke: 14/06/2017

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When will enough become enough, eh? Why must everything be built on the Aquifer? When will the voices of the inhabitants of East Basseterre, whose lives are in peril and in jeopardy, be heard? There was a gentleman from St. Barths, a little French Island just off St. Maarten and Anguilla  named ANDRE’ who lived in the street East of the Basseterre Police Station; he used to walk the streets of Basseterre proclaiming that PERILOUS DAYS are coming! Are these the PERILOUS DAYS he was referring to when the properties of so many persons could be disastrously affected by the decisions made by some little children?

Are these the perilous days he was predicting with the lives of so many people in the East Basseterre Area imperiled? Could lives be snuffed out in the twinkling of an eye from the intake of water polluted with FILTH, coming from the Aquifer? In reflecting seriously upon the subject at hand, I am feeling faint at the idea, that I might not be able to enjoy my abode at Bird Rock for much longer, because I might be poisoned from the water I drink. The attack on my health might not be attributed to the completion of the building of the school and the occupying thereof. It could very well begin with the amount of chemicals used on the land to prepare it for construction; it could be affected by the water from the concrete when the workers have finished their day’s or week’s work and are cleaning up and washing down.

All that concrete water seeping into the land. “Oh! What a cruel web we weave, when first we practice to deceive?” The Christian chorus says, “I SEE TROUBLE COMING!” Where is the VOICE of the Representative of East Basseterre whose constituents Lives are at RISK, are in danger and are threatened? Where is he? Is he planning to live in Sandy Point with the Minister of Education so he cares not a damn about what befalls his constituents who voted for him?

There was this young lady who was having a bath and, in soaping her blessings, discovered a lump in one of them. In demitting the bath, she discussed her discovery with her family who beseeched her to visit the hospital to check it out and, if anything, deal with it while it was still early. She told them that she did not want her blessing to be cut off because she is young and she does not want her body to be disfigured. The lump grew bigger and bigger and the pains began appearing. Many months later, unable to withstand the pain, she visited a doctor who sent her for an X-ray.

The cancer had enveloped the whole blessing and the only answer to the problem was to cut it off. No disfigurement was taken into   consideration, for this was now a matter of life and death and she was not prepared to die. But a stitch in time could have saved that amputation! There was this man who sold his goods on a horse drawn cart. When he left his village of Cayon, the shoe on one of the front foot of the horse was slack. There was a blacksmith in the village, but he decided to chance it by travelling to Keys Village where there was a blacksmith. When he reached Keys village, it was pointed out to him that the horse was hobbling and he should allow the blacksmith there to check it out. He decided to bypass the Blacksmith until he reached Basseterre.