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Monday, February 8, 2016

Young anthropology graduate Renae John has been going to the Lapeyrouse Cemetery, Port-of-Spain, every single day, including holidays, for the past eight months. But there is no sinister motive behind the 29-year old’s visits to the cemetery. 

Monday, February 1, 2016

Armed in their snake boots, three young information technology students and a forester traverse the country rescuing wildlife from people who hunt them for food.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Mc Gregor Webb, 37, is visually impaired but has mastered his handicap in such an extraordinary way that he lives a perfectly normal life, just as if he has no disability. Webb lives, literally, by faith and not by sight. 

Monday, January 25, 2016

Newspaper salesman Selwyn “Flash” Jameson puts on a show every morning in the Westmoorings area between 6 am and 9.30 am, lifting the spirits of motorists and saving, so far, one marriage. 

Friday, January 22, 2016

Shelly Ann Cameron, 26, rises at 4 am every morning and while it is yet dark begins the half-mile trek, sometimes with her dog Sparkles, to her vegetable garden in North Manzanilla.

Monday, January 18, 2016

To many, Anjanie Chattergoon is known simply as the sweet, little, old lady driving the old car along the quiet back road between Waterloo and Perseverance mornings and evenings on her way to and from work at Carillion Caribbean Ltd.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Though the road may be rough,
I’m not givin’ up.
Some days may be tough,
I’m not givin’ up,
I’m not givin’ up.”
Osei James

Saturday, December 26, 2015

In Cunaripo, one passes an old, smiling man sitting in front of Scotty’s Recreation Club, green pumpkin fields with blue water barrels, gnarled trees with hanging vines, and a century-old Presbyterian school, to reach a destitute family of 18 who live at the edge of the forest.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Plantain allyuh! Yam!

Monday, December 14, 2015

Wesley Basdeo pedals his bicycle cart slowly through the quiet streets of Felicity every day, except Saturdays. An indelible part of the area’s daily life, villagers call him “sno-cone man.”