Around 11pm Saturday night the diaper content hit the bucket, or the fan in our case.
Oh, don’t you worry, we did not get raptured or anything like this. Far from that. And diapers, we don’t use anymore, either.
It was our neighbours. Again. All of them.
And the reason was quite simple: On Saturday was election day in Paradise.
But anyway, long story short, I didn’t really care who was going to win the election. I thought that nothing was going to change and that’s exactly what has happened. Nothing against the former and newly elected president, he certainly did some good moves in the past years. And it’s definitely a hard job to pull the Paradise out of the state the country was in for some decades, but as nice as it looks from the outside, the core is still a little messy (I don’t use the word rotten, I am nice girl, you see). In my eyes it is and stays a ‘Banana Republic’ even though they try hard to get away from that image.
Who knows if this post will get me thrown out of the Paradise, it has happened to people in the past. But the past is over and the Paradise is heading full speed into the future, we hear this all the time, don’t we? But don’t worry, I will (try to) keep you posted if I get thrown out or end up behind bars. 😉
The problem I had with this election was the way it was handled, the way candidates were talking about each other, on TV or print media for instance. I saw them badmouthing their opponent in the past and during this election period it wasn’t any different. I don’t think that’s the right way to lead a campaign. They had rather given out printed information about the goals of every candidate and party in one manifest, and with all information together it would be easy for people to compare and choose their candidate.
But the even bigger problem I had with the followers of especially one political party. Yes my dear neighbours, I am talking about you. I know that probably all of you are just doing what everybody else is doing, nicely putting one foot in front of the other and follow the leader, living with the sheep-syndrome, so to speak.
That’s your right, you can do whatever you want … just not at midnight in front of my bedroom, for the second time in three weeks.
Every time this happens I am getting really edgy and just a little furious and I really have to think twice not to run outside in my PJ and start throwing eggs. But I am a nice girl. Instead I learned to brew a cup of tea to calm me down, eat some chocolate I got from my parents, squeezed some ear plugs into my ears, put a pillow over my head and went to bed. And tried to sleep. And counted the sheep waking around in front of my bedroom. And finally I drifted off …
… and woke up again. My mommy sence kicked in. ‘Timan’ called, he called twice during that night, no wonder when he has to sleep inside a dance club, poor little one. I heard him calling from far away, “Mommy, Mommy got to go pee pee”, so to the bathroom we went. Kids are so easy, I guided him back to his bed, he climbed in, lay down and fell asleep, right away. In the middle of the dance club full of sheep.
The next morning, Sunday morning, the neighbours started off around 7:30am with their usual campaign songs on full blast. Mid-morning, finally, they went to town, to cheer the old/new president and drive with him around the island.
And once again peace was back in Paradise.
I sincerely hope it stays like this, but just in case, I will get another pair of ear plugs, children size, for ‘Timan’. The Hubs shall deal with this on his own, anyway it’s his country, his culture. I am just a bystander with a supply of ear plugs.
Maybe you want to send me some good vibes from far away? I’d really appreciate some support. 😉
Our paradise is normally a peaceful and quiet place. We are living in a nice neighbourhood, with nice neighbours, we smile at each other, great each other and chat a few words if we like to. Normal people are living here among normal people. So it seems. I guess you know how this is.
But sometimes, normally on a Friday or Saturday and definitely during the weekend at the end of the month, all is different.
Not during the day, oh no. But starting 9pm onwards. Some people in our street (I won’t say names, but the noise is always coming from the same direction) are having their party until 3am or 4am in the morning, with always the same type of music with exaggerated bass use, that makes you want to be somewhere else, it doesn’t really matter where.
Sometimes they are even hosting the party for extended family members and friends because no family can have so many birthdays to celebrate. Maybe these family members are living in a real quiet neighbourhood and are not allowed to sneeze their nose, who knows.
But yesterday the sh*t was hitting the fan. The whole noise was more an ‘electoral noise’. And that’s even worse. We have presidential elections coming up middle of May and apparently some neighbours are supporting the leading party so much that they were throwing a combined ‘election/labor day-party’ for their friends. Very unfortunate for the non invitees and non citizens like me.
In addition to the music one guy was talking about politics. My creole is not that bad anymore so I understand everything, what a bullsh*t he was talking about. I’m not saying I don’t like this party, the current president did great things for the paradise, but why does the whole world need to stay awake?
And as real natives of the paradise, what my neighbours all are, they were singing and dancing ‘Moutia’. You my dear reader would have loved it. It’s a cultural dance with strong African and Malagasy rhythms, voice accompanied by drums only. The tourist attraction you do on the beach around a bonfire. Very appealing and I love it, really, just not next to my bedroom window at midnight.
Men I was a.n.g.r.y. Can you tell? I would have loved to link this up with the Throat Punch Thursday of The Truth about Motherhood or Adventures in Mommyhood, but it’s not Thursday and I just had to get it out before I was exploding.
Luckily ‘Timan’ does not care, after all he’s 2 3/4 years old and like every little kid, when he’s tired he can sleep anywhere. My Hubs, deep down, he’s feeling disturbed as well, but he won’t say a thing because this is part of his culture and he’s so very proud.
During Xmas season when many people are off, they showed commercials on TV that you’re supposed to keep the noise level down so you don’t disturb your neighbours, especially the elderly and the ones with babies. That made me wonder why only these people, does not everybody count equal here in Paradise, like they say in their election manifests?
But anyway, in our street nothing has changed, the ‘tapaz’ (noise) stays the same, it didn’t and doesn’t get worse though ;-).
Is it all quiet in your hood? Or how is it when your neighbours celebrate the birthday of the sister of the friend of the grandmother’s cousin? And how was it during the (presidential) elections in your country?
P.S. Please be assured, I am not talking about you, my dear reader, wherever you are ;-).
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Living in paradise is great. Of course, you will say, it’s the Paradise. And you’re absolutely right. I like living here and that’s the reason why I am here, makes sense too, doesn’t it?
And seriously, for me it’s not so bad at all. On the other hand, if you ask around among the locals, many among them would tell you differently. They would talk about the goods that are not available here or are overpriced, the goods that have been ordered for import but are not getting here (unfortunately todays pirates conquer places other than the Caribbean), the rising cost of living, maladministration in the public health system and the poor condition thereof, other governmental decisions and the aftereffects, selling out the paradise and many other things, their complaints go on and on. Unfortunately a lot of them are very true. There are elections coming up this year. The current government has made already a change in the right direction, but this change is hard on many less fortunate families. My guess for the outcome is that nothing will change, people talk but many won’t even put in their vote. And they would talk about the nice life people have in a first world country, easily forgetting that there too you have to work very hard to get to something. Well, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
But isn’t this what we all do sometimes, don’t we all want to live somewhere else once in a while. Living in a land where milk and honey are flowing.
On many days ‘Timan’ and I do what I consider as my milk and honey. One of the reasons why I am living in paradise is for my son to spend his childhood like this:
and do this
and maybe just do this
anytime he wants.
I am seeing the life here through my eyes I gained from growing up in the ‘real’ world but I also try to understand the issues the locals are having. But I know, that only the local people who have been living in the ‘real’ world for a while can fully understand both sides. The many visitors who come for a vacation might get a glimpse of it, if they have been travelling a lot and are interested in their host country’s politics and native population, otherwise they just see the paradise as what it is to the outside world, a real Paradise.
What about you? Is there a land where milk and honey are flowing for you? Tell me about your ‘paradise’.