I work off Marcus Garvey Drive and I get off the bus at Tinson Pen. My aim is to walk towards the wharf, which is in the opposite direction from the crossing bridge.

I am now being asked to leave home an extra 20 minutes to facilitate the long trek towards the pedestrian bridge. In addition to the distance, one is also required to climb a multitude of steps and walk alongside heavy-duty trailers travelling from APM in the direction of the wharf.

I am very frustrated with this situation. I feel as if it's a conspiracy against poor people, and a direct aim at 'extracting the last pound of flesh'. Every facet of society seems to be working towards our demise.

The situation has got so depressing that I no longer want to go to work. I walk with tears in my eyes every day, while imagining what slavery must have been like. I also imagined what it must have felt like in apartheid or in America when our black brothers didn't have a voice, when decisions were made in favour of their white counterparts and, consequently, blacks endured hardship.

This situation seems to echo the oppressive sentiments of the past, except that now it's not the colour of our skin, but the weight of our pockets that determines the hardship.

- Nordia Simpson, nordia.simpson@yahoo.com

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