Sweet hearts

Happy Valentine’s Day from the precious hearts in Chateaubelair.

with love…

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Love is a consistent passion to give, not a meek persistent hope to receive. The only demand of life is the privilege to love all. – Swami Chinmayananda

Bequia Music Fest

A weekend of beach and blues and other jams…

Youth Matters Fixed

In January 2011, 12-year-old Chrislon Fraser took to the stage in front of a packed dining room at the Rehobot Restaurant in Keartons, St. Vincent. With a calm, confident stride the lanky young musician wearing wire-rimmed glasses made his way to the keyboard, set against the glow of a string of purple lights. Throughout his melodic rendition of “Forever Young” the audience gleamed with amazement at the indisputable talent standing before them.

Chrislon’s performance was part of Pieces of Peace, a PCV organized event designed to provide a forum for Vincentians to showcase their creative talents. In the audience that evening was Vonnie Roudette, director of the Art and Design program at St. Vincent and the Grenadines Community College. Meeting Chrislon after the show, she told him how she wished her son could have witnessed his incredible performance.

Around St. Vincent, Vonnie is widely known as ‘Mattafix Mummy’; her son is Marlon Roudette, former front man of the internationally recognized London-based band Mattafix. Famous for the song “Big City Life,” the band’s music is often heard being played in the same mini-buses, streets and nightclubs that Marlon frequented during his formative years as a youth in St. Vincent. In 2011 Marlon launched his solo career with the album Matter Fixed. The success of his newest project has spread quickly; his first single “New Age” is making its mark in the U.K. and has reached number one in three European countries. He is arguably St. Vincent’s biggest international celebrity.

Marlon returns to his hometown regularly, often engaging in community outreach, speaking with and hoping to inspire youth around the island to follow their dreams. Last year he collaborated with Volunteers on a video to promote a youth summer camp, in which he discussed overcoming challenges he faced growing up in St. Vincent.

“I was in the struggle with a lot of the youths I came up with,” said the 28-year-old recording artist, “my songs always came from the street and the yard.”  As the setting sun cast a warm glow of light on the picturesque La Soufriere volcano behind him, Marlon revealed the formula for his success. “The reassuring fact about achieving your goals is that it really is 10 percent inspiration and 90 percent perspiration, and that has always given me a lot of hope.”

This video, with its message of dedication and perseverance, reached the eyes of another rising Vincentian youngster, Everton Creese. A student of the drums since 2010, Everton, 12 years old, has shown great promise with his intuitive rhythm and talent in creating steady, fluid beats. He found a connection to the singer-songwriter’s message and subsequently discovered inspiration in his music.

During a recent visit to St. Vincent, Marlon met up with Chrislon and Everton for a very special exclusive interview about his career in music. Seated in a booth at a busy café in Kingstown, the two Vincentian youth were curious to know about his mother’s reaction when he decided to pursue music, the genesis of Mattafix, and what goes into creating a hit tune.

Chrislon Fraser: What made you decide to make music your career?

Marlon Roudette: It’s funny because I don’t think I thought that I could make a living from music, so I actually studied something else. But, when music is in your blood and in your system I think it finds you. You don’t really have a choice.  It’s probably after I got signed that I thought maybe I could make this work as a career.

CF: Was your mom okay with you being a musician?

MR: I think she was worried when she first heard I was going into music because maybe she’d heard all the stories of the negative side of the music business. She heard my first demo when I came home one Christmas when I was 17 or 18 and I played her three or four tracks. And she said, “You have a gift. This is what you need to do.” That was all the encouragement that I needed, so I went back and kept recording.

CF: What was your first gig and where?

MR: My first gig was at the Arts Club in West London, for about 100 people, and I was very, very nervous. I still get nervous before every show. Do you get nervous before you play?

CF: No, I’ve been on stage doing things like songs and poems for Christmas shows since I was three years old.

MR: You’re a brave guy.

Everton Creese: What encouraged you to choose Mattafix as your name?

MR: I got the name Mattafix from the late Sister Patricia Douglas, who was the headmistress at the St. Joseph’s Convent Marriaqua, which was my secondary school. She rescued my education because I was maybe on a negative path before she took me into Marriaqua. So she used to say it all the time, “Problem solved, matta-fix.” But I also believe you need a positive name for a band, if you’re making positive music.

EC: How do you write your music? Do you write the words and lyrics first or do you start with the beats?

MR: There are all different ways. “Big City Life” I wrote at home on my guitar. I had the verse and the bridge when I left my house and on the way to the studio I came up with the chorus while I was on the train. By the time I got to the studio, I had the whole song. But “New Age” was written completely differently. It was written with a piano and someone was playing the melody for me, and I came up with the lyrics. I don’t think you should think that there’s only one way. It’s however inspiration strikes you. Amazing music has been written by people who are poor, people who are rich, people who wrote to the beat first, by people who couldn’t sing…

CF: By people who couldn’t hear.

MR: Exactly. Deaf people, blind people. There’s no rulebook.

As the interview came to an end, Marlon shared some profound insights with the gifted young Mattafixers about handling life in the spotlight and continued success.

“You’ve got to stay humble. The minute you think you deserve a hit song, or start expecting success, you’ve got nothing.” He emphasized to Chrislon and Everton the importance of being honest and working hard, and pointed out the blessings that come from having been raised in St. Vincent. “Being from the Caribbean makes you unique, and people want to hear your story.”

After thanks and handshakes, Everton and Chrislon walked to the bus terminal each holding on to a copy of Marlon’s new album. Two aspiring youth with dreams to reach for, and a rising star pointing them in the right direction … Problem solved, a.k.a. Matta-fix.

[For more about Marlon’s music, visit www.marlonroudette.com]

Christmas, Californians and 2012

I traveled home for Christmas this year by way of St. Vincent, Puerto Rico, and Boston before landing in Long Beach, CA. When I finally touched down in SoCal I found my mom at the baggage claim desk next to a Jetblue agent in the same almost-tears I had at the airport in San Juan when I realized I’d just missed my connecting flight to New York. So I flew instead through Logan, phone-and-internetless, sending telepathic vibes to my folks that I would be arriving late, and relished every morsel of a cup of New England clam chowder during my 25 minute layover in the Beantown. Seems like Mom and I have got to work on our ESP skills – “Where were you?” she asked looking panicked when I finally walked out of the terminal. I hugged her smiling; she looked at me and asked, “Are you drunk?”… I wasn’t.

The experience of returning home after having been away for an extended period of time is difficult to describe. Certainly there was a grounding sense of warmth and comfort in the security of the friendly and familiar, and amazement in seeing how the children in my family have grown since last seeing them. I returned to my old haunts – yoga studios, sushi bars, and my favorite spa; connecting and reconnecting with family and friends along the way. But I also felt overcome by waves of uncomfortable restlessness as if I had crawled back into a shell I’d outgrown.

A few days after being home I flew up north for my college roommate’s wedding. It wasn’t until then that I really started to reflect on some of my experiences these last 18 months and began to think seriously about my choices once this journey with the Peace Corps culminates in October. When I returned to LA, the pressure of trying to figure out my plans post-PC felt increasingly urgent. Perhaps it was the strangeness of being back on a giant landmass that left me unsettled, or feeling so separate from the sea and nature I’ve grown to love in my life in Vincy. So my mom and I took a day trip to Catalina Island, where we watched a seemingly endless line of dolphins swimming southward from the bayside, and breathed in the fresh air and energy amongst the plants of the island’s botanic gardens and nature reserve.

I returned to the Caribbean before the new year, with my friend Bianca in tow for a visit to SVG. We rang in 2012 on Bequia, and I felt settled with peace as we dipped our toes in the water, grateful for where I’d been and where I was in that moment. The feeling stayed with me as I spent the beginning of the new year with my soul sister sharing the places, friends, and experiences I’ve accumulated here in the West Indies.

As the opportunities begin to emerge I am starting to imagine myself going down different paths once my service is complete, but who’s to say yet what will ultimately unfold. I’ve still got nine more months to relish in this paradise. There is a lot to be unsure about – who I’ll be, where I’m going, and what I’ll do – but for now I’m still a wanderer, seaside in St. Vincent.

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2011 year end photo roundup

Dinosaurs, at last

On Tuesday, December 6th the Chateaubelair Methodist School held a ceremony to commemorate the opening of the new school library. Our APCD Mr. Cool – my neighbor, who once worked as a teacher at the school – gave remarks on the importance of reading and literacy, and how he has made sure that this school has received continued support from the Peace Corps. Our school’s principal thanked everyone who has been involved in ensuring this library project turned out to be a success – from the Ministry of Education to Hands Across the Sea and those generous folks at ACE for donating paint. The assembly program also included performances by the Student Librarians, and a “prezi-ntation” that documented the library’s development through photos and information about joining the library.

The opportunity to witness and have a hand in the development of this project has been a truly humbling cornerstone of my service. I recall first seeing the space that had been designated to be the new library. Filled with broken benches, desks and chairs, old books, and covered in dust and cobwebs, the thought of transforming this abandoned classroom into a functional library unearthed all kinds of insecurities and self-doubts about not being able to deliver. My predecessor, Stephanie, had organized a donation of over 40 boxes of books that she had shipped to St. Vincent from Arizona. There were days early on when I would retreat to this room, a flood of emotions as I navigated the unchartered waters of my new developing life as a PCV. Some days I would sit alone in the library, pressing the school stamp into the books one at a time, with tears streaming down my face, wondering if and when I would actually see the day this lonely space would be turned into one filled with life and books and children.

“Miss Camille, when the library gwaan open?” children would ask me each day I arrived at school. Their anticipation kept me going and I promised myself I wouldn’t disappoint their innocent and hopeful faces.

I began to realize that the amount of support I was receiving was directly correlated with the amount of energy I put into this work. Students began offering help – unsolicited! –  sacrificing their break times to stamp and color code books, move furniture, and clear away dust and cobwebs off of the old bookshelves. Parents started showing up spending hours organizing the library with me and Carla, the government intern who has been a Godsend through the final phases of completing the library space. Teachers raised funds to purchase the linoleum for the floor and contributed their input about how the library should be run. And the Principal served as an invaluable guidepost for how to get things done.

The library now houses over 1500 books, from encyclopedias to adult fiction to pre-K picture books, and plenty of art supplies to assist in encouraging creative teaching in the classrooms. One student told me “I like the school library because we can learn things out of the books, like about dinosaurs at last.”

Before

After

The resourcefulness of everyone who assisted in this project has been an important lesson for me. I’ve learned and seen firsthand how the inherent creativity of my colleagues, neighbors, and students have helped to synthesize this remarkable accomplishment. My role in all of it was to merely serve as a catalyst; enabling and working alongside those around me to create this space in service to our community in a collaborative labor of love.

And now we can all read and learn about dinosaurs at last, just in time for Christmas.

Of Dreams and Fears

“Dreams are illustrations… from the book your soul is writing about you.” -Marsha Norman

For years I’ve harbored this fear that I’ll be discovered; a fraud whose accomplishments were never legitimately earned, one of those people who skated by in life with mere luck and coincidence of being in the right place at the right time.

In truth I know these fears are manifestations of insecurities – expressing themselves at times when pressures feel like they’re resting heavy on my chest, making it hard to breathe, and infiltrating into my psyche through the intimacy of my dreams; haunting me until the moment of truth finally passes. The fear of failure and disappointing others is so overwhelming that visions of myself choking under the pressure in a paralysis of anxiety cloud my perspective, and staying sensitive to the world and its needs seems counterproductive to the effort it takes in the struggle to simply stay standing.

In times like these I am most grateful for the kindred souls who’ve crossed my path, and who have been a mirror of truth when reality feels like a whirlwind of tasks and lists and expectations. The friends who see the peace and strength I might not, and remind me of it without even realizing the incredible healing power one snapshot can capture.

photo by Brooke Campbell

Grateful.

Serious Ting: October 2011

Read Serious Ting: October 2011 online

The Nature Island

Exhausted; sleep deprived with tired eyes, our weekend packs containing souvenirs and laundry, Jessica and I stepped foot on the tarmac in St. Vincent on Monday after a whirlwind holiday to Dominica. A three-day itinerary of consecutive adventure laden expeditions proved enough to temporarily satisfy the expanding wanderlust for each of us as our soul searching paths intersected en route to the Nature Island.

We arrived on Friday, greeted by friends and fellow PCVs serving in this Eastern Caribbean isle. Heading northwest from Melville Hall airport to “Possie” on the bed of a cargo truck, the topography of Dominica felt comfortingly familiar. The roads circuited along the island’s mountainous terrain as our driver impressively maneuvered the typical road ornaments we also find in St V – speeding vehicles, roadside pedestrians, stray dogs, and the occasional livestock. As we zoomed past villagers dressed in traditional madras, the cultural contrasts between our two islands began to emerge. We had arrived in the height of Creole Festivities, an annual celebration during the weeks leading up to Independence Day, wherein the nation celebrates it Creole heritage with a wide array of music events, parades, and cultural displays.  It felt as if we had found in Dominica the well-adjusted and relatively mild-mannered but playfully mischievious older brother to the exhibitionist teenage rebellion of St. Vincent in her full-fledged existential angst.

As we explored the island through its varied culinary offerings, eco-tourism attractions and the Dominican PCVs’ favorite hangouts, the energy of Creole Fest surged through the air like the excitement similar to that during Vincy carnival. All around, people were smiling and having a grand time – how could they not? it was that time of year again.

Our adventures continued spontaneously into the night and the early morning hours of each new day, some of the resulting stories too sacred, bizarre and/or unbelievable to be shared in this unforgiving public forum. But indeed they happened and those lucky enough to be there were witness to the good fortune given to us by the fabled black bumblebee we came across at Scotts Head.

Two weary travelers, Jess and I returned to our Peace Corps home of St. Vincent depleted in energies but replenished in matters of heart and soul. A trip so wonderful I half wonder if it actually happened.

In Dominica they have a saying when someone is still asleep: “Don’t wake her, she still on her last dream.”

So, please… don’t wake me, I’m still on my last dream….

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Dominica.

One spark can blaze a trail

“We should organise a candlelight vigil,” Mr. Derrick said. It was during a meeting at the restaurant in Chateau that he shared this idea after two vicious and fatal crimes had taken place in the North Leeward communities within a three-week period.

On October 5th, 2011 members of these violence-stricken communities came together to join against the forces of darkness and to spread light.

Gathered around this message of peace, the community united to move forward together.

Guard your light and protect it. Move it forward into the world and be fully confident that if we connect light to light to light, and join the lights together of the one billion young people in our world today, we will be enough to set our whole planet aglow.
– Hafsat Abiola

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