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On My Way to Becoming a Teacher

Entrance to the Normal de Santiago de Veraguas.

Entrance to the Normal de Santiago de Veraguas.

It had been a day to remember for me and one of the happiest days of my life. Just to be in the presence of that Lady Governor listening to all that she had to tell me, had awed me. All I could say was ¨Si, Señora! I sure will, Señora.¨ As I left her home, I had said- without flinching- “Thank you very much, Señora, for I am looking forward to this opportunity to serve my country.” Satisfied with this fortuitous visit, I had been too awed to even look up as she led me to the door and stood there in the door way as I left the premises. I was overjoyed to be there at this momentous meeting with the Lady Governor- something strange for even the likes of me.  Continue reading

The Lady Governor

maestrodiadelBocas, being the way it was sizing up to be, found me, for the next week or so staying busy like the trails of ants I often saw just moving the leftover refuse from that churchyard to the beach.  I had decided to use my trustworthy crocus bag and cart to help me tote everything away. The pile of dead branches and cuttings from the hardwood tree appeared to be shrinking. Continue reading

Harassment Against the Prohibited Immigrants

The image was taken from a special issue of
The Panama Tribune which highlighted the
achievements of some of the more well known
Westindian English Teachers in our community
during the ’40’s.

With my head resting on the desk sitting beside a classmate I could not confide my most inner feelings to, I closed my eyes trying to blot out the memory of the incident in fifth grade when the teacher had unmercifully torn up my masterpiece of an essay. Continue reading

The Early West Indian English Schools Part II

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Image thanks to ren at www.morguefile.com

Throughout my university studies in the United States I’d encountered reminders that my advanced educational opportunities were in fact a vindication of the Westindian teachers of Panama, especially so when the irreverence to my Panamanian Westindian roots came into question regarding being part of the African Diaspora in the Americas. However, when assessing the cost to my future and professional career I insisted in believing that in the country of Panama I’d find written traces of these formidable teachers that would aid me in my search. Continue reading