When the Storm Passes and the Cameras Leave
In the days since hurricane Melissa ripped through Jamaica, tearing apart homes, flooding streets, and shaking the very soul of our island, I’ve found myself watching the relief efforts with a mixture of gratitude and something I can only describe as a quiet ache. Boxes of supplies arriving by the truckload. Voices of sympathy from people and organisations I’ve never met. Foreign aid pouring in with promises to help us stand again. And while part of me feels deeply thankful, another part of me keeps whispering a painful question: Where were they before the destruction made us visible? I don’t ask this out of bitterness, but out of heartbreak. The Reality Before Hurricane Melissa Long before roofs were blown off and coastlines swallowed, many Jamaicans were already fighting invisible storms: poverty , hunger , unemployment , limited access to healthcare , and communities that were left behind year after year. Families are...