Why is it that men in this country are killing so many women and children?
Why can’t I meet all my deadlines without having a meltdown?
Why do I miss someone I only knew for three days?
Why am I broke again?
Why don’t I take better care of my hair?
Why am I asking questions to which I have no answers?
Why in 2008 are there still so many power outages in Trinidad?
Why do I have to work in an office that is 16 degrees Celsius?
Why can’t I find someone to go to dinner with every now and then?
Why can’t I find my favourite black shirt?
Why can’t I keep a pair of socks together for more than a month?
Why is Basdeo Panday such an arsehole and why do we continue to tolerate him?
Why did my iPod die?
Why does the death of my iPod make me so sad?
Why is it that every time I clean up the kitchen, dirty dishes appear in the sink ten seconds later?
Why can’t I have a full night’s sleep?
Why are police officers hailing me out by name?
Why do I feel like I’m in the wrong place again?
Where does all my money go?
Why do people like to stop me and tell me about all the things I should be doing while they are doing fuck all?
Why do the cats come into the house and then act all crazy when they get caught?
Why do they have to sing sad songs at funerals?
Why is it that just when you think you have it figured out, everything gets even more bloody complicated?
Why am I so obsessed with cleaning the bathroom?
Why aren’t more people concerned enough about crime to actually get off their backsides and do something about it?
Why don’t I like porridge?
Why do my knees hurt when I try to do a kapotasana?
Why am I not in London now?