Catáhua People

The term diaspora comes from διασπορά in the Ancient Greek language - prefix dia=through, followed by the verb sperein=to sow or to scatter. Literally it means a scattering or sowing of seeds. We use it today most commonly to refer to the dispersal of a country's people or ethnic populations throughout the world. Trinbagonians, being themselves the products of forced and voluntary relocations, have in many instances found themselves continuing this dispersal, with Trinbago having been just a stopover along the way.

Luckily, this is often after remaining long enough to add more uniquely Trinbagonian footprints to our cultural landscape. After departure from these islands and arrival at new destinations all over the world, some Trinbagonians are faced with some choices. Culturally, they can continue to identify as Trinbagonians or they can revert to pre-diasporic identities - Amerindian, Chinese, Indian, African, or they can choose assimilation into the host culture and through their children merge even more completely.

Catáhua is an Andean Amerindian name for the Sandbox Tree. Also known as Hura crepitans, the tree has an unusual method of seed dispersal which is described as mechanical or self-dispersal. Unlike methods used by other plants which employ the conveyances of gravity, wind, water or animals, the dispersal method used by the Catáhua seems more deliberate, less passive. The seed pods ripen on the tree and when they attain the required dryness, the seed capsule ruptures suddenly, exploding with a loud cracking sound which has been likened to a gun shot. With this eruption, pod material as well as the flat round seeds are propelled far and wide.

Diaspora!

For some Trinidadians who leave, there is a mixture of guilt and dismay. The guilt comes about because leaving often resembles abandonment - abandonment of family, friends, abandonment of the hope of succeeding and contributing here, abandoning the land itself. On the other hand, the dismay can set in when the departee dwells on the realization that there was nothing voluntary about the departure. Circumstances at home had forced the exit, and these could have included the perception of a lack of opportunities, the expectation of assault of some kind, the fact of having been assaulted and the pull factors of a safer, if not better life elsewhere. Whatever it is, what it comes down to is that Catáhua people are expelled people.

The Sandbox tree that is our nation understands that too many seeds near the base of the tree does not allow for optimum growth, either for itself or for the seedlings to come. It arranges it so that its seeds and as well, its survival as a species, will have the best chance possible. There isn't sufficient light or food or space for us all here. And the Catáhua does not wait for the wind or the waters or animals. Catáhua people are deliberately pitched far and wide to near and distant shores. But if circumstances should allow you to return or if the "saudade" drives you to claw your way back, don't think yourself foolish and please do ignore the, "What you come back here for?" comments. On the other hand, if you choose to or have no choice but to remain abroad, understand that even though you are not at the base of the tree which bore you, the life force that propelled you outwards hopes only that you will put down strong roots wherever you are.

Trinbago is not only a physical location. It is also a way of thinking and being that can comfort and sustain. Expulsion is sometimes a survival mechanism. Keep a Sandbox "flipper" in your pocket if you need a reminder!


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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Trini To The Bone [Song]


Uploaded by 321tttrindian

TRINI TO THE BONE
By David Rudder & Carl Jacobs

Islands in the sun, Islands in the fun.

Welcome, welcome one and all to the land of fete
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
When it come to bacchanal, well, they can't beat we yet
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
Look, sweet women parade abundantly
The brethren, they full of energy
Some people say God is a Trini
Paradise on earth convincing me
God gave us a spirit fiery
But nothing in the world don’t bother we
But look a smart man gone with we money
We still come out and mash up the party!

Chorus:
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

[Oh oh oh] From Toco to Caroni
[Oh oh oh] Maraval to Sans Souci
[Oh oh oh] From Scarborough to Cocorite
[Oh oh oh] Profiling on Frederick Street.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

All these years I spent abroad in the cold, longing to be home
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
God, I pray that some sweet day, I will no longer have to roam
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
The problems we have are plain to see
We prove we could stand the scrutiny
All and all, a true democracy
How we vote, is not how we party
There's no place like home, some people say
Though some have to leave to make their way
But in their hearts I know their destiny
So come home and big up the country.

Chorus:
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Lord, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Lord, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

[Oh oh oh] From Couva to Signal Hill
[Oh oh oh] Arima to Charlotteville
[Oh oh oh] Matelot down to Port-of-Spain
[Oh oh oh] We playin' mas, sun or rain.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be.

[Rudder chant]

Look ah Trini gyal dey, she breaking away
Tobago gyal, oh, what a bacchanal
The men gone wild, they making dey style
The gyal look back, they on de attack
The style just change, man re-arrange
The fete gone clear, 'cause nothing can compare to a Trini rising
Oh no, no, nothing can compare to a Trini rising.

As crazy as we might seem to be, we still try to be a family
Indian, African or a Chinee, Syrian, French-Creole or Portugee
We blessed with a spirit fiery
Some people say God is a Trini
Sweet women parade abundantly
Now the problem is plain to see.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

[Oh oh oh] Westmoorings to Los Iros
[Oh oh oh] From Sando to Mayaro
[Oh oh oh] From Penal to Grande Riviére
[Oh oh oh] Sweetness in abundance everywhere.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

No no no no
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah. Uhmmm
Sweet T and T.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

God Bless Our Nation [Song]


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GOD BLESS OUR NATION
Composed by Marjorie Padmore
Performed by Mavis John

God bless our nation
Of many varied races
May we possess that common love
That binds and makes us one.
Let it be known around the world
That we can boast of unity
And take a pride in our liberty.

God bless our isles
Of tropic beauty rare
Of flaming poinciana and shady immortelle
The warm and sparkling waters
That break upon our shores
Beat out a tune that seem to tell
We take a pride in our liberty.

God bless our leaders
Give them grace to guide
Bestow on them thy judgment wise
To rule our land aright
To keep the flag of freedom high
That we may sing most lustily
We take a pride in our liberty.

Source: My land: A social studies review for primary and secondary school students and teachers/Gloria Pollard and Elton Nelson, Educational Publishers, 1982, p.41
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A Note From The Gull


Some of us feel that these are some of the darkest hours in the history of Trinidad and Tobago and somehow a song like this seems out of place. I actually sing this song quite frequently to myself. On one level I am singing it just because I think it’s a really beautiful song and I enjoy visiting the scenes conjured up by the words, especially the natural beauty of Trinidad and Tobago. On another level I sing it because I love this country and as far as I know this song, apart from the National Anthem, is probably the only sung prayer for Trinidad and Tobago. On yet another level, I believe that to be a powerful force for good, it is necessary to bless others so that we all will prosper.

Scientific research has proven that physiological balance and strength in the human body even at the level of blood cells as well as in plants, fungi, bacteria and animals, are brought about by positive thoughts and emotions. Even if you aren’t motivated by a desire to do good for others, the theory of the common field of energy encourages us to project positive emotions and thoughts because essentially we curse ourselves when we curse others. When we show gratitude and we bless, even when this blessing is not vocalized, we set in motion powerful, positive vibrations which will deliver beneficial outcomes for both givers and receivers.

So this song is a prayer for our country. It asks for blessings for the well being of our beautiful natural environment, for our nation and the souls who are its residents and for the leaders. We are really in need of showers of blessings. God bless Marjorie Padmore. God bless Mavis John. God bless you all. God bless our nation.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people,
Blessed be our day of awakening,
Blessed is my country,
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare