Yaneek Page | Time to transform wasted hours to wealth

In Jamaica we have a nickname for almost everybody. If you have a specific habit, or physical feature, or a particular trait, then someone at school or in the community will find you a name that sticks for life. If you are short, it’s Shortman or Shortie. If you are tall, it’s Tallman. If you’re plump, it’s “Thickazz”. As a nation we excel at labelling everything around us with brutal and colourful honesty. Yet, ironically, we are haunted by a pestilence that has no nickname, no identity, but is a silent parasite in our lives that we have simply accepted as “how things run a Jamaica”.