The authorities must be thanked for constructing a decent market catering to the needs of the inhabitants of Rose Belle. It is much better than the earlier one facing the Youth Centre, where it was practically impossible to move around during rainfall.
The James Burty David Market and Fair has a vast parking and it is frequented by people from all the villages in the vicinity of Rose Belle.
If in many ways it remains the pride of the village, it must be said that it is, since a long time now, surrounded by large areas of bushes. People have seized this opportunity to unceremoniously throw garbage there: plastic materials, tyres, jerrycans, egg holders, broken bottles, cans, rotten vegetables, and even pieces of tiles.
We have bits of broken glasses right on the pavement. Such splinters can prove to be dangerous, particularly to diabetes patients.
On Wednesday 1.5.2013, a bag was lying on the pavement leading to the market. It contained the intestines and other parts of an animal. The stench was insupportable but passers-by had to make do with it.
The whole area around the market has become a breeding ground for mongooses, rats and various other animals.
In spite of all the campaigns against pollution, it seems we still have a long way to go to educate people. As soon as they see a place that appears to them to be a wasteland or where wilderness prevails, they do away with their unwanted things by dumping them there.
It’s a real eyesore. I find it difficult, almost impossible, to equate it with the name of a Labour Party politician. The place is so filthy that you shudder when you know that Dr. David was an educationist and a respected textbook writer.
The place in its present sorry state doesn’t do him any honour. It’s a pity.
One gets the impression that instead of advancing into the future and espousing modern standards, certain people are stepping back in time. One feels that the past is still lingering here. There is a mentality that hasn’t changed.
The market functions on Wednesdays and Sundays. On other days, it is virtually deserted. You find a handful of people threading their way into the thick and tall bushes and grasses. They are from Rose Belle itself as well as from other regions. Something fishy is going on. By their bewildering and shabby looks, you can guess they are into drugs.
It is also pitiful to notice, on some occasions, a few junk collectors roaming around.
The result is that it is no longer safe for people, especially young boys and girls, to practise their regular walking or jogging.
Some months ago, the road leading to the Nehru hospital was asphalted and proper pavements provided. Pedestrians are no longer at risk now. However, next to the bus-stop on the right if you are heading towards the market, there is a hollow running over a good distance. Water has accumulated there. It has turned green. Mosquitoes and flies are swarming. You can even hear frogs croaking. Evidently, this represents a major danger to one’s health.
If thousands of people going to or coming from the market are aware of the squalor around the market, how is it that the authorities aren’t?
In Mauritius it is a well-established custom to give the names of certain local or international personalities to markets, schools or colleges. It must also be seen to it that the environment around these buildings is hygienic and clean as far as possible because it is very much a question of treating a dead man’s name with due respect.
Sunday, May 5, 2013. The place is messier than before. And no one gives a shit.