World Breastfeeding Week (2013) - TIBS Walk

 Date for Entry: (Saturday 24th August, 2013)

Actual Date of Online Entry: (Monday 14th July, 2013)

Dear Diary,

    Today was the Annual World Breastfeeding Week in Trinidad of Port-of-Spain. I was the first person on the agenda because I had to start the walk. Mrs. Hassanali was there and she took out a picture with mom and me. Aunty Jereline from BTOFF came to march around the Savannah with the other walkers. 

    Along the way, they took off and left me behind. I didn't rush the walk like in previous years. I got back later than the rest of the walkers at the Girls' Guide Headquarters.

    During breakfast, mom had to perform her monologue. I guess the show was a hit because of how mom and I were there to perform unlike in Tobago. They didn’t get that and it was our seventh year. And seven was the perfect year. 

Daryl Zion M. Ali

TIBS Walk (Tobago 2013)

 Date for Entry: (Saturday 10th August, 2013)

Actual Date of Online Entry: (Sunday 13th June, 2021)

Dear Diary,

    This morning, mom was already starting to spoil my Tobago vacation. This morning I played the National Anthem in Tambarin Square in front of the Church on the end of the Hill. Then the pan went back into the pan casing, into Aunty Maraline's car and I went off to the walk with the others.

    This year was different to me because, at the end of the walk, the Mt. Hope people left me on the Esplanade Steps with six banners, a brittle doll, paper filers mixed up and Andrew forsook me with his disgusting sandwich on the floor. He didn’t even help me with the other pile of things they did to me so I sat there waiting with everything all on the ground. This was not a nice start to the day.

 

Daryl Zion M. Ali

World Breastfeeding Week (2013)

 Date for Entry: (Wednesday 7th August, 2013)

Actual Date of Online Entry: (Sunday 13th June, 2013)

Dear Diary,

    Today was the third day of World Breastfeeding Week. I went to the Pregnancy Clinic in Mount Hope to play the National Anthem to start them up. Mom had to play Perriot Grenada there in the lecture for some Judges. There was some type of lecture going on there. I only helped mommy into her costume and waited for her to exit outside so we could get ready to go over to the TIBS office.

    On the way to the TIBS Office, I realized I left a piece for the pan stand in Dad car. Even if we called him, there was nothing that we could have done then. We continued on the journey still.

    We got out of the maxi in Curepe and then took a private taxi. Upon arriving, the rain burst down. The stupid taxi driver had passed the place and started to quarrel with mommy because he didn’t want to turn back or reverse. So, mom opened the door and we both ran out in the middle of the road and ran toward the Office front door dripping wet from head to toe. The man took off in speed down the road.

    Mrs. Anatol opened the door and gave us some tissue napkins to dry off as soon as we took a seat. Not many people were there except for Aunty Rona and a young lady who came for the breastfeeding counselling services that they provided there. It was on that very day that I learned Aunty Rona's name too.

    Time to play, the people expected to attend didn’t come so I played for whoever was there. The children loved it very much. For each playing time, we had to get two people to stand at the sides of the pan stand to hold it. This is what the middle piece does. 

The songs that I played on my Tenor pan were: 

• The National Anthem of Trinidad & Tobago.
• Titanic
• Human Nature
• Besame Mucho
• Sound of Silence
• Short’nin Bread
• A little of Hands like Lightning

 

Aunty Rona was there too and she made all the food. They were good but I didn’t stop and got acid in my stomach by nightfall.

Daryl Zion M. Ali