Shamon Ajamu Akielon Herbert was
born on the 27th of September, 1986 to parents Carol Herbert and
Anthony Liburd.
In quest of an early education, he
attended a preschool at Pond’s Pasture owned by Ms. Neil. His education
continued at Newtown at The Tucker Clarke Primary School. His High School years
were spent at The Basseterre Senior High.
During his short life, Shamon tried
his hand at many things: fishing, farming, construction, painting and being a
maintenance man. His sporting life saw him playing football for fun. He even
tried his hands at cooking but at times ended up eating his food ALONE.
Nonetheless, he NEVER GAVE UP.
Shamon had a heart of love for his
nephew A.J who would truly miss him. His grand mother too, whom he had visited,
admired and admonished to TAKE CARE. On that occasion, Shanon commended his
grand mother, telling her she was LOOKING
GOOD!
He was always respectful, always
wore a smile, got along with everyone and solved problems easily.
Shamon loved the girls. He was
jolly, loving and fun filled. He kept a good relationship with his mom and felt
comfortable asking her to assist him.
On some Sundays, when he asked his
mom to share some food for him. Jokingly she said, “Boy you ain’t bringing no
money in here. Find somebody to wash and cook you food. He was never daunted by
those words. Shortly after he would ask, “Mom you done share out the food for
me?” It showed the confidence he had in his mother to provide for him where
necessary even though he was an adult. His aunt can testify of his humour. She
recalls if she begged him a dollar, he would jokingly say to her, “Man you
ain’t need no dollar, you building a big house.”
There seemed to have existed the
type of relationship among the family that little jokes were easily passed and
appreciated.
Shamon was everybody’s friend. In
the neighbourhood, he sought how he might assist. He readily volunteered to
repair the bikes of the community members, especially his own little relatives.
There is little wonder that Shamon
would be missed. Memories of him would forever live in our hearts. Momentarily,
hourly, weekly, monthly, yearly. Thoughts of him will never go away.
May his soul rest in eternal peace.
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