UWI Project 1


  • MP: Research Presentation

    You can find my video presentation exploring the Belizean Kriol projects Belize Kriol and Kuchriments, which are similar to mine, here. My project entitled “Bringin’ Bak Di Chroo Chroo Kriol Werd Dey” draws from both aforementioned projects and aims to get the conversation of Belizean Kriol language and cultural preservation started among native Kriol speakers.

  • Sometimes…It’s Good To Forget (Writing Prompt 5 – Jordan Leslie)

    Trigger Warning: this piece discusses childhood trauma so if that is a sensitive subject for you then you may want to proceed with caution.  Throughout my pieces, I have always discussed the best parts about childhood and how we should always remember our youth as we move further and further into adulthood. However, sometimes amnesia…

  • Amnesia and Its Effect On The Future Generations (Writing Prompt 4 – Jordan Leslie)

    Do you remember where you’re coming from? All the cultural experiences and your history? Do you remember those mistakes you’ve made throughout your life that you may regret now? Growing up I always heard the saying, “those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it.” This can be taken in a positive or…

  • Amnesia’s Liberation: “Embracing the Blank Canvas”

    By: Brianna Thomas Prompt #7 In the intimate moments of our family gatherings, a subtle liberation unfurls—a liberation not from the grasp of the past, but from the weight of memories. In defiance of conventional wisdom, our Caribbean-rooted family has unearthed a profound renewal in the embrace of amnesia. The amnesia woven into the fabric…

  • Blair Atoll

    by Blaire Santos | 6th November, 2023 | Blog 5: Setting is more than a place, it’s sensory Red dust congealed on the Mazda’s metallic teal, matching the sign pegged at Blair Atholl, the shrimp farm where Daddy lived. We zoomed beyond the green squares of shrimp pens towards the pools of perfect cyan near the…

  • Grandma’s House (Writing Prompt 3 – Jordan Leslie)

    I remember going to Grandma’s house in the country every Summer with my sister and two cousins. We would spend weeks upon weeks there before we had to head back to town for school. The first thing you would be greeted by was the many potholes as you turned onto her roads. My father always…