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​Dame of Thrones


Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Janine Laronde-Andrew and, 33 years after my sister, Giselle Laronde, won the 1986 pageant, I’m STILL introduced as, “Miss World’s sister”.

I was born in and have now lived longer in Port of Spain but I still think of myself as coming from San Fernando. I lived most of my childhood and stuff in Battoo Lands, Marabella.

I have three siblings – everyone knows my sister Giselle! My two younger brothers are Marcel and Maurice.Giselle is the eldest.


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On Condition of Strength

Picture Courtesy Mark Lyndersay

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Gregory Seale and I am a strength and conditioning coach.

I come from and am very connected to the city that never sleeps. Born and bred in St James. I still live there. I even see the older heads I knew growing up from time to time.

My friends from the block and I played everywhere. Hide-and-seek in the trees, cricket in the cemetery, football in the streets with grass rooted from the nearby pan-yard for goalposts. Police never threatened to “take us down” for playing football in the streets. That threat came from my best friend Rawle’s aunt! She would call the police on us! We rode to Macueripe to take a dip and then rode back. And we made sure to go to church on a Saturday evening, when the young people would show up.

My father, Gregory Snr, passed away in 2015, his brother, Uncle Mikes, a year later. That was a tough time. I have two awesome daughters, Talia, aged 19, and Sanaa, 15, from my previous marriage and a livewire seven-year-old, Zaya-Kisa, with my wife Kwynn.

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​ITCZ in They Nen-nen Tonight

My name is Robin Maharaj and I changed weather reporting in Trinidad; I brought the Eye-Tee-Cee-Zee to Trinidad & Tobago.

I was born in Dades Trace in the unique cosmos of Rio Claro. I am a country boy at heart. Every weekday, we walked 3.5 miles to school, sometimes along the train line. When I was ten, and still barefoot, we moved to Rio Claro’s town centre.

My mother (Jasso) and father (Rambharat) had ten kids, eight boys, two girls. Ma died in 1973, Pa in 1980. My brothers all passed away, in a strange order: the eldest and the youngest lived, but all in-between left. Then the eldest died on January 23 this year, before his 93rd birthday. The youngest brother survives; with humility, that is me.

In 1959, at Skinners Park InterCol, I saw this beautiful Naparima Girls’ High School girl. We looked at each other for a brief moment. The next year, classmates dared me to tug the plaits of a girl walking alone in front of us along Harris Promenade. When she turned around with sad, questioning eyes, my heart sank: it was the same girl from Skinners Park! I apologized. In October 1960, my girlfriend begged me to meet her best school friend. Embarrassment! Same girl again!

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​Garden of Jessie-Marie

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Jessie-Marie Chaves and I take my young children to the Botanical Gardens for early morning walks during their school holidays.

That hyphen in my first name has caused me serious grief all my life. I’ve had to walk around with affidavits saying that Jessie-no-hyphen-Marie and Jessie-hyphen-Marie are the same person. Me.

I’ve lived in Cascade for 15 years but I grew up in South. My family lived on Circular Rd, San Fernando, a stone’s throw from the city, until I was ten. After my Common Entrance, we moved to Palmiste, where my parents still live. We’d had so many burglaries on Circular Rd.

Petty thieves would climb the fence to steal from the plum and avocado tree in our yard. Back then, not that it is much different from now, money was tight, so my parents would sell the avocados to help bring in extra. It would really upset my parents when the precious zabocas were stolen. What would upset me was, I would look forward to coming home and picking my plums but thieves helped themselves first.

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Regrets by the Armful


Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Shaun Ghany and I’m not bashing anybody else’s preference or the tattoo community but I regret my tattoo.

I come from the East, between Trincity and Arima. A small family, two parents, me, my younger sister.

I went to Charis Works Christian Centre and Curepe Junior Sec but I wouldn’t really say school was something I liked. It feel like a prison to me. They was REAL strict. Especially my primary school. I completely finished school but it was more something I endured than enjoyed.

I used to be in retail, then I went to medical distribution, I worked on the oilfields for a while, contract work, went back into retail and started working along with my wife. It’s just me and her in our family now.


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​Dame of Thrones


Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Janine Laronde-Andrew and, 33 years after my sister, Giselle Laronde, won the 1986 pageant, I’m STILL introduced as, “Miss World’s sister”.

I was born in and have now lived longer in Port of Spain but I still think of myself as coming from San Fernando. I lived most of my childhood and stuff in Battoo Lands, Marabella.

I have three siblings – everyone knows my sister Giselle! My two younger brothers are Marcel and Maurice.Giselle is the eldest.


Read more

On Condition of Strength

Picture Courtesy Mark Lyndersay

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Gregory Seale and I am a strength and conditioning coach.

I come from and am very connected to the city that never sleeps. Born and bred in St James. I still live there. I even see the older heads I knew growing up from time to time.

My friends from the block and I played everywhere. Hide-and-seek in the trees, cricket in the cemetery, football in the streets with grass rooted from the nearby pan-yard for goalposts. Police never threatened to “take us down” for playing football in the streets. That threat came from my best friend Rawle’s aunt! She would call the police on us! We rode to Macueripe to take a dip and then rode back. And we made sure to go to church on a Saturday evening, when the young people would show up.

My father, Gregory Snr, passed away in 2015, his brother, Uncle Mikes, a year later. That was a tough time. I have two awesome daughters, Talia, aged 19, and Sanaa, 15, from my previous marriage and a livewire seven-year-old, Zaya-Kisa, with my wife Kwynn.

Read more

​ITCZ in They Nen-nen Tonight

My name is Robin Maharaj and I changed weather reporting in Trinidad; I brought the Eye-Tee-Cee-Zee to Trinidad & Tobago.

I was born in Dades Trace in the unique cosmos of Rio Claro. I am a country boy at heart. Every weekday, we walked 3.5 miles to school, sometimes along the train line. When I was ten, and still barefoot, we moved to Rio Claro’s town centre.

My mother (Jasso) and father (Rambharat) had ten kids, eight boys, two girls. Ma died in 1973, Pa in 1980. My brothers all passed away, in a strange order: the eldest and the youngest lived, but all in-between left. Then the eldest died on January 23 this year, before his 93rd birthday. The youngest brother survives; with humility, that is me.

In 1959, at Skinners Park InterCol, I saw this beautiful Naparima Girls’ High School girl. We looked at each other for a brief moment. The next year, classmates dared me to tug the plaits of a girl walking alone in front of us along Harris Promenade. When she turned around with sad, questioning eyes, my heart sank: it was the same girl from Skinners Park! I apologized. In October 1960, my girlfriend begged me to meet her best school friend. Embarrassment! Same girl again!

Read more

​Garden of Jessie-Marie

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Jessie-Marie Chaves and I take my young children to the Botanical Gardens for early morning walks during their school holidays.

That hyphen in my first name has caused me serious grief all my life. I’ve had to walk around with affidavits saying that Jessie-no-hyphen-Marie and Jessie-hyphen-Marie are the same person. Me.

I’ve lived in Cascade for 15 years but I grew up in South. My family lived on Circular Rd, San Fernando, a stone’s throw from the city, until I was ten. After my Common Entrance, we moved to Palmiste, where my parents still live. We’d had so many burglaries on Circular Rd.

Petty thieves would climb the fence to steal from the plum and avocado tree in our yard. Back then, not that it is much different from now, money was tight, so my parents would sell the avocados to help bring in extra. It would really upset my parents when the precious zabocas were stolen. What would upset me was, I would look forward to coming home and picking my plums but thieves helped themselves first.

Read more

Regrets by the Armful


Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Shaun Ghany and I’m not bashing anybody else’s preference or the tattoo community but I regret my tattoo.

I come from the East, between Trincity and Arima. A small family, two parents, me, my younger sister.

I went to Charis Works Christian Centre and Curepe Junior Sec but I wouldn’t really say school was something I liked. It feel like a prison to me. They was REAL strict. Especially my primary school. I completely finished school but it was more something I endured than enjoyed.

I used to be in retail, then I went to medical distribution, I worked on the oilfields for a while, contract work, went back into retail and started working along with my wife. It’s just me and her in our family now.


Read more

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