• Lorna Ilena Bussue


Having waited for two years at the Department of Information of the Nevis Island Administration to receive documentation of my formal transfer from the Ministry of Education, I was told by the Permanent Secretary of Education, that if he wrings his hand hard enough he'll be able to put me back into the school. This was a blow to me as I not only love to write, but had welcomed the change from Education, where I taught for 33 years, as an escape to something more stimulating.

The Permanent Secretary had been insulting to me on many occasions from the time of my informal transfer. On one such instance he came to my workplace and sarcastically said to the supervisor, "Anyone can come and say they are journalist". What he said in place of a notification of my formal transfer, led me to decide that I could no longer work in an Administration where personnel can violate the work code with impunity. I realized that the Administrative machinery that was in place for effective transfers from one department to another was not impartial. My transfer was nullified.

Knowing that my rights as a worker has been violated, I question the principle on which personnel are selected for these positions. In my opinion, work integrity should be just an important a consideration as educational achievement. Workers, such as myself, should never have to question the soundness of the moral and ethical principles of the hierarchy.

My horizon turned from a rosy hue to black onyx as I saw I would no longer be able to take care of my financial obligations. The changes were almost imperceptible at first. I started sleeping less until insomnia stepped in. It was terrible as sleep kept eluding me. I always felt tired and tormented and became anxious and worried.

In my mind's eye, my family's interest in my well- being was very restorative to my health. This has led me to be very appreciative of familial encouragement.

Writing is one of the activities that I engage in to stay mentally alert. Conceptualizing my thoughts is very therapeutic as I am able to deal with clear thought patterns rationally.


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