I have always envision myself on television telling stories. You know like Barbara Walters but with a whole lotta’ chocolate. Growing up I would learn the steps to almost every top 10 Billboard Chart hit that made my body want to move. I would dance in front of my dad’s vanity mirror with a bristle brush in mind belching out Christina Aguilera, Brandy, and 3LW lyrics. My over the top jumps and attempts to breakdance would shake the ceiling of the floor beneath my three level apartment, which my family and I lived inconveniently on the third floor of. Personality, refers to individual differences in characteristic patterns of thinking, feeling and behaving. My personality was reflected extrovertly, I was made to believe very early that I was inconveniently blessed with ‘the gift of gab’. In fact my father created a three question maximum conversation cap because I was the forsaken ‘why?’ child. So you see, journalism as a career made sense.
I remember resting my head on my fathers jolly Saint Nicholas belly as he watched, devotedly, CNN, NBC, and BBC every morning and every evening after work. Our family rituals didn’t include church sermons but rather congregating around the television screen for annual award shows, breaking news, and basketball games during its glory days – Scottie Pippen, Tony Kukoc, Dennis Rodman, Michael Jordan over anybody. Correction, journalism always made sense. but with the changing face of information I thought I should choose a safe career path and became a LPN. I spent three years working in long-term care, hospitals, and rehabilitation centers before it finally downed on me that this wasn’t gonna work. I went back to school and obtained a degree in Politics and Governance at Ryerson University with a minor in Journalism. After completing my degree I was hungry for hands on experience.
I choose Jamaica for a number of different reason, but mostly because I needed a break from academia. I was working at a community radio station called CJRU hosting my very on show on social justice issues that showcased Canada’s conscious Hip Hop scene. I graduated and couldn’t wait to tell the world how full of shit they were and how much shit we were in as a global community. I was ready to tell amazing stories that mattered and would change lives, stories that would make North American’s congregating around their television screen like my family did for most of my childhood. I too needed an awakening, so I choose a placement that would help me expand my academic horizons and personal wellbeing mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. ICAD was one of the very few placements that offered a communications position. To my great excitement I applied and I was accepted. I met loads of interesting people. All of whom anticipate to make their mark and change our world. Most of my IYIP peers are pursuing a career in healthcare related fields, sure of what steps need to take next to prepare them for their end goal. I on the other hand knew I wanted to be in the communications field and knew the healthcare sector has a need for public relations professionals. But I was still unsure if I would get my dream job and what my dream job really looked like.
I could have never asked for a better organization, location and rewarding 6 mouth placement. Caribbean Vulnerable Communities Coalition (CVC) is a coalition of community leaders and non-governmental agencies that are advocates and service providers, working with and on behalf of Caribbean populations who are especially vulnerable to HIV infection or often forgotten in access to treatment and healthcare programmes. These groups include men who have sex with men, sex workers, people who use drugs, orphans and other children made vulnerable by HIV, migrant populations, persons in prison and ex-prisoners, and youth in especially difficult circumstances. At CVC I feel respected, apart of the team and valued. My resume and portfolio have grown astronomically since joining this forward thinking counter-stone organization. My knowledge on HIV advocacy has enriched far beyond my imagination and continues to grow. Jamaica too has broaden my understanding on the quality of life, the value of history in ones identity, and the art of healing and rejoicing through music. So it should come at no surprise that I would have a change in my course of direction, should it?
Now approaching the ending of my internship I have fallen in love with outreach just as much as social media and writing. Working closely with CVC’s Programme Unit I have found the most memorable and favourable task I assist with are in relation to program development and service delivery. I have an undeniable desire to return back to the colouring board and expand my knowledge in sociology, psychology, and public policy. I have find myself assisting CVC clients to the point of taking it home with me, sometimes quite literally. My interests are and probably always will be cross-cutting between advocacy, social mobilization, and capacity building of vulnerable communities. I would’ve never realized this had I never moved to Jamaica, worked for CVC, and desired an authentic Jamaica. Not so Up – Town and not so resort like, but I fair mixture of Downtown to complete the two parallels.
This placement as well as my pervious international exposure, both through volunteerism and travel, have shown me there are many ways to be a storyteller. Stories teach us about life, about ourselves and about others. In the developing world classism, sexism, racial discrimination, ethnic/tribal tension, homophobia, and islamophobia are stories you hear all too often. Only a few of the victims whose faces grace the cover of newspapers around the world are remembered. After sharing their story they are quickly forgotten and replaced by yet another horrific phenomena. But where does the healing process hold president for these victims? Although there is a great need for healing programs and social service such resources are either nonexistent or greatly underfunded. I have learned that although I love journalism I would like to assist in providing social services in the developing world and be on the ground when catastrophe hits. Providing emotional support and broadcasting to the world the reality of our world.
One of the hardest things with a change of career is believing that we cannot do this new task. We tend to think of ourselves as a one disciplinarily persons, unable to change our career focus without public scrutiny. From our peers, parents, friends, and even ourselves. These outside views are what seems to define us. Now we have to redefine ourselves and begin to believe it deeply inside ourselves. Once we believe it, others will too. Journalism in the global south is the staple that holds together community and international awareness but is misleading and often one-sided. So for my future IYIP participants if you are looking for real life experience after academia you cannot go wrong with an international internship. Your choice may even lead you to another career avenue, a spare time hobby or research interest for your graduate degree. Be willing to explore the unexpected and open minded enough to take chances. Be willing to explore the realities of the nation that you have been placed in and not close yourself off because of what you read online by some ‘resort only’ travellers. Be willing to learn how to live like the locals and humble yourself by trying it out. Be willing to speak up about what you like and write down what you think should change. Be willing to share yourself with the locals and not assume the worst because of how they are dressed. Be willing to speak up at your placement and respect your needs and desires because above all this is your experience. Don’t overthink your future, ACT! Make progress through process. Regret for me lies in what I wish I had done had I only trusted my instinct not my naysayers.