It’s September 6, 2020 and today marks month six since my family and I have been ‘stranded’ in the US. I am only one among the thousands who are stuck on foreign soil and public knowledge of our plight seems to be only whispers falling onto the ever-changing winds, with little impact on a steady breeze.
The very definition, “to be displaced” means to force (someone) to leave their home, typically because of war, persecution, or natural disaster. Due to COVID-19, myself and thousands should have been forced to temporarily reside on foreign soil for the initial three (3) months of the global lockdown. However, what occurred instead in Trinidad and Tobago was a protracted, phase-based lockdown that continues to determine our fate, as many of us now grapple with illegal residence, visa extension fees, mental distress and major financial strain or depletion of funds due to the length of stay. A stay that has crossed half a year.