That Pesky Rat Just Won't Go Away

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This rat has tormented me for many nights. Hiding in the shadows, waiting to jump out at the last minute with his mischievous grin. He isn't tormenting because he is nasty. No. It's because he is a scary reminder of how nasty we are. 

The other night I was in New Kingston and I literally thought the rat union was out to get me. I stepped out of an establishment and a rat frightened by a security guard chose to literally run across my feet. Not in front of, not near, literally on and across my feet. This rat was heavy and had power, because it felt like a dog ran across my feet. I am sure I broke a toe.

Needless to say, those shoes are currently soaking in a vat of bleach. The rats in New Kingston are as comfortable there as tarmac on the streets. They have been a permanent fixture since the 90's. It's bad that they are in an area where people eat, but imagine how many of them are lurking in our gullies, and rivers because of the garbage we throw on the roads that get washed away. That's your drinking water, cooking water, washing water, bathing water.

These PSA's are meant to be humorous to capture your attention, but there is serious symbolism  behind each scene and each element at the same time. The chicken floating in the river and ending up in the gully. Remember the reports in the news about the meat vendors were finding in gullies and rivers that are washed off and resold in the market? 

Yeah! Quite highly disturbing. Please. Nuh Dutty Up Jamaica. Please! Don't do it.