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Sexypink - Always worth the wait.

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Sexypink - Ghooooouuuuulllll!

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Mr. D. Kissoon conveyed to us an unsettling encounter he had one fateful evening in the late 1970s. It was a story that haunted him for years, a chance meeting on a lonely road that defied explanation and still sends chills down his spine.

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“Allyuh ever see a woman so beautiful, she make yuh heart race? Make yuh lose yuh mind?” he began, his eyes still filled with lingering terror. "Dat’s what happen to me. She was there, standing by de side of de road. Skin like midnight, dress pure white. I was weak for women like dat oui”

She was stunning, a perfect contrast against the night, glowing almost, as if the moon itself had chosen her to stand there.

"She raise she hand to flag me down,” Mr. Kissoon said, "and I didn’t even tink. I stop de car like a man possessed. I wasn’t no taxi, but who coulda let dat pass? Dat kinda beauty?”

He invited her in, she removed her large brimmed hat and slid into the passenger seat with a strange grace, her presence instantly filling the small space. The car felt different, heavier somehow, but Mr. Kissoon tried to brush it off. They exchanged small talk as if everything were normal. She said her name was Marie, and when he asked where she was headed, her reply was vague.

"‘Just a lil further up the road,’ she say in a rell sweet voice," Mr. Kissoon told us. But there was something in her tone, something that crawled under his skin, though he couldn’t place it at the time.

He asked if she was headed to a dance, noticing her elegant, almost otherworldly white outfit. She giggled softly, the sound unsettling in the quiet night air.

“No,” she whispered, “I always dress like this.”

Again, something about the way she said it had him feeling a bit uneasy, though he couldn’t explain why. Still, Mr. Kissoon pressed on, trying to keep the conversation light. But then she asked him about his wife.

“I didn’t have no wife back den,” he said, his voice lowering as he recalled the sudden tension in the car. "So I tell she dat. An’ allyuh, I swear, her whole face change, like she was angry. Real angry dat I didn’t have no wife.”

He paused here, taking a breath as if even speaking about her brought back a creeping dread.

“It was like she needed me to have a wife, well I never see more."

Suddenly, she began mumbling in a strange language. He didn’t understand it at the time, but he remembered every word, the sounds still haunting him for years. It wasn’t until much later that he realised it was some sort of ‘Patois.’

"Dat language she was whispering... it sound like a curse. Like she was calling for something."

Mr. Kissoon, trying to calm his rising fear, reached for his cigarettes. He always smoked when things felt off—it was a habit, a comfort. But the moment he lifted the cigarette to his mouth, everything changed.

“She scream at me yuh know, scream at me ‘Don’t smoke!’” Mr. Kissoon recounted, his voice trembling. “De way she scream, it wasn’t like somebody who just doh like smoke, I could tell yuh dat!”

Her face twisted with a fury that took his breath away. For the first time, Mr. Kissoon felt true fear—fear that went beyond the natural. Her eyes, once warm and inviting, were now cold, almost inhuman.

"After dat, we didn’t talk again. De silence? It was heavy, like it was pressing down on meh chest. I doh understand why I didn’t put she out! – how I was so dotish I’ll never know"

The drive dragged on. Ten minutes became twenty, then thirty. Mr. Kissoon’s unease grew unbearable. The road seemed endless, unfamiliar. The darkness around them thickened, swallowing the world outside.

"How far yuh really goin'?" he finally asked, but she didn’t answer. She just stared ahead, her face now expressionless, void of any emotion. There was no life in her eyes anymore, only a deep, unsettling emptiness.

“I start to get real frightened now,” he confessed to us. "Someting was wrong. I could feel it in meh bones."

In desperation, he did the only thing that made sense to him at the time—he reached for another cigarette, determined to light it no matter her protests.

“I put dat cigarette in meh mouth quick, scratch meh match—den as soon as I do dat, I hear this loud cackle, and she blurt out, 'Yuh lucky!' And then, poof! — she gone. Just like dat!”

One second she was there, and the next, the seat beside him was empty. No door opened. No sound of her leaving. She had simply vanished, as if she had never been there at all.

“Allyuh, I nearly run off de road,” he said, voice shaking as he remembered how his hands had gripped the steering wheel in terror. "I slam de brakes, nearly flip de car."

For years after, Mr. Kissoon tried to understand what happened that night. Who—or what—had he picked up? Was she some spirit, a jumbie, or worse? The unanswered questions gnawed at him, keeping him awake at night, haunted by the memory of that beautiful woman in white. He eventually began to see it’s connection with the tales of the “La Diablesse.”

“Up to now,” he concluded, looking at us with aging eyes, “I still can’t understand what I pick up dat night. I ask mehself over and over, but I sure of one ting—dat was no person.”

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Have you heard of any stories of the La Diablesse? Share your thoughts and stories in the comments below.

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Sexypink - What a treat

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SEXYPINK - Trinidad and Tobago Photographer Abigail Hadeed’s recollections of her photoshoot with Black Stalin. Her curiosity and genuine desire to capture her own culture produced these stunning portraits.

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Abigail Hadeed on Photographing the Stars

“We Can Make it IF We Try” In the Mid 80’s I started photographing traditional mas and the steel bands in and around Port of Spain. I was young, in my early 20’s with a passion and desire to learn and explore Trinidad and it’s culture. 

On my own I began to explore South East POS, Laventille, Belmont and the panyards the traditional mas camps, Minshall, you name it I did it.  

 followed my instinct and allowed things to unfold. At the time I did not have a plan and or know that 3 decades would just fly by and along the way I had and have worked with the Regions best and greatest. I have much to be thankful for, being born at the time i have, the people who let me in, and the spaces and people that fed my soul.

 The Black Stalin was definitely one of those memorable shoots at the studio on Long Circular Road.  Black Stalin circa 1991

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Sexypink - Carnival in Martinique 2023 - Mardi Gras de Fort-De-France which kicked off yesterday, Feb 21, 2023. (Courtesy CLICK Island)

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Rihanna’s ASL Interpreter Goes VIRAL During Super Bowl Performance

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                                       A legend has passed

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Black Stalin - Burn Dem

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Peter wait, Peter wait. Trinidad and Tobago mourns the death of Leroy Calliste.

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Sexypink - Upcoming Tobago Festival 2024

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Sexypink - Queen’s Hall presents a comprehensive, one-day symposium focused on Artificial Intelligence and the impact on the Performance Arts. This event is the first part of a series of discussions with artists, theorists, educators and industry professionals reflecting on the recent explosion of interest, use and questions surrounding AI and the Creative Sector.

AI has clearly emerged as a now ubiquitous tool. Its impact on art, and all of our social, intellectual and scientific practices, is only beginning to be understood. There’s no doubt that this is a profound transformation of the digital world. It is now time to learn about it, its consequences, its utility and its creativity.

*Sexypink update: https://newsday.co.tt/2023/09/26/ai-in-carnival-panel-opportunities-for-improvement-danger-of-lost-jobs/

The symposium, themed “Together A.I.” will explore the growing interactions existing between A.I. and the future of the Performing Arts in Trinidad and Tobago. The event is free and open to the public, but registration is required (Click on GET TICKETS Tab).

*Update (22.09.23) https://newsday.co.tt/2023/09/15/better-together-queens-hall-symposium-explores-ai-and-carnival/?fbclid=IwAR0ap0hsUP-rWKDpg8-aHxLJ_ZlwraZCtUGKAZYvXEz3jVRzVxR41-xVgY8_aem_Afb-2d0rJvjgh2ARBVZx1CAvl972IHPVN0-sav_nxyYiJZJjoX76guF1qsfslSwugbA

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2023 marks the eighteenth anniversary of the Trinidad and Tobago Film Festival. The opening night of the Festival will take place at Queen’s Hall on 20 September, 2023 with the Caribbean premier of the film Doubles by Mr. Ian Harnarine. Tickets for the opening night are available on www.islandetickets.com.

The festival then continues from September 21-27, 2023 with movie screenings at MovieTowne (POS), the National Library and Information System Authority (NALIS - POS) and The Film Programme Building at UWI, St. Augustine. This year’s festival will also include two special open air night cinema screenings at Fatima College and Naparima Bowl. Full

details at www.ttfilmfestival.com.

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Sexypink - Kaleel Kanor-Doublier’s U-Tube page Kaleel Studio heats up.

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Sexypink - In Bereavement - Thank you Rubadiri Victor for permission to reprint your recollections in text and image of a talent gone so soon.

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Rest in Perfect Peace Mark Akini Nottingham. My Deepest Condolences go out to his Family & Closest Friends- especially to a brother-in-arms like Arnold Goindhan... It is distressful when it is someone so young & still so full of Promise... Mark was an enormously creative soul, with a grand appetite for Life & Creative possibility. When a number of us sparked the underground creative movements of the 1990s, Mark and a cohort of his peers from the St Joseph Valley emerged as the next Rapso young guns- Black Lyrics. 

They were the face of the Rapso generation right after the Kindred generation. They in fact have a pretty good album of young Teen Rapso that has never been released. This may be a great time to bless it with air... The group of four escaped the limitations of their valley home and 'Pinny' and Mark especially descended into the sometimes viper-pit that could be Trini and Port of Spain theatre (lol). 

They actually broke the mold and did excellently for themselves, becoming steadfast working actors and creators- probably the hardest working theatre men of their generation... Mark was a member of my troupe of actors in my company- the WIRE BEND Folklore Theatre.

 They were the first people I called when I formed it in 2015. I owe him, Pinny, Renee Michelle King, Nicole Wong Chong, Karina Andrews 'Arlette', Kurtis Gross, and others so much because they committed to be the vehicles for me to tell my stories, and have done so since. Mark and Pinny in particular have been fearless in disappearing into roles and collaborating with my madness. Not every actor can act well in full body costumes and puppets- fewer can manage 7 complex costume changes, whilst nailing all the respective characters per play.  Dragons, Imps, Lions, Wolves, Old Men, Children, African Kings,- Mark never hesitated to wrestle with the role and render it. He was especially my go-to to play 'The Boy'- that recurring immortal archetype of the mythical innocent young male. 

He did not need to act it- he was very much the Boy. Apart from his fresh-facedness he had that openess, curiousity, and appetite for life. He also had the naughtiness of the Boy too... Because of this and his wit, he also was my choice to portray my version of the traditional Anansi... He nailed it...He and Pinny, like many of us who choose this life, have a profound connection to 'the Child inside' and for the sacredness and essentialness of Play. So Mark was playful as he embodied those essential archetypes- and also as he moved through life. 

He was a committed Teacher, Actor, and Rapso-man. He was moving into being a full multi-media titan embracing film/video and more- especially dedicated to the disenfranchised Boys of the Street- the Zess generation. He wanted to record their songs and tell their stories in film (one of the other things about Mark is that he got things done). I think he understood how profoundly the Arts expanded his life from being an urban village boy from the St Joseph Valley with ceilings on his expectations. 

He wanted to repeat that emancipation for others...Mark- though young- was very much a family MAN. He had a relatively large-ish family and was an excellent father to his kids, who he adored. My heart goes out to them... Too young. This one. Too young. A lot of good ones are going. 

We can only hope it is as Stalin said, ''MORE COME...''We will dedicate the 2023 Season of Wire Bend in April to him. Rest in Peace, Young Brother...

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Gayelle - Cultural Sprangalang - Banyan - The nation has lost a true Artist. Rest in Peace Cultural Sprangalang. 

Dennis Hall passed away on October 2 2020. May he rest in peace. This is a short clip from the Gayelle series. Since 1974, Banyan has distinguished itself as a producer of innovative and entertaining programmes which aim at the same time to inform and reflect Caribbean people and culture. This mixture of entertainment and social comment so akin to the Calypso, the folk song form originating in Trinidad, has become identified as the Banyan style and is applied in the hundreds of productions Banyan has presented in the last 40 years. You can see more info about Banyan here  www.pancaribbean.com/banyan/

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~Sexypink~ A movie to make note of.

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~Sexypink~ Streaming NOW ONLINE.