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All is quiet in scenic Porus

Published:Saturday | June 2, 2012 | 12:00 AM
A mother walks her son along the defunct railway tracks in Porus. The lines are heavily trafficked by pedestrians who believe it is a safer mode of travel than the busy roadway. - File
In Porus in Manchester, vendor Sharon allows visitors to sample her fruits before they purchase them. - File
The remnants of what was once a booming market in Porus.- Photo by Nedburn Thaffe
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Nedburn Thaffe, Gleaner Writer

PORUS, Manchester:

THE STORY has been told that during the early post-emancipation era, from time to time, things would get really bad for the ex-slaves living in this section of the island. Often, they would find it difficult to manage on their own, and whenever they thought of going back to live with their masters, they would sigh and utter the words "poor us".

But this is just one of several stories one will hear when trying to ascertain how the community of Porus in Manchester got its name. There is, however, one guarantee: take a trip to this rural community located on the border of Manchester and Clarendon and one will come away wondering, what is poor about Porus?

From starapples to oranges, naseberries, and bananas, Porus is a community that is blessed with an abundance of fruit trees. The road is winding, the vegetation lush, and the people are welcoming.

Captivating scenery

Adjacent to the roadway, one hears the soft, trickling sounds of a stream, its blue waters bathing the roots of some towering trees

If you are a stranger journeying to this rural community for the first time, the community is not too difficult to find, either. Board stalls strewn along the roadway, screeching under the weight of assorted fruits dangling from strings, is one of the main sights in Porus.

Porus is also one of those communities which holds a rich part of Jamaican history.

Buried halfway beneath red porous soil are sleepy railway lines stretching as far as the eye can see. There is, however, no tooting in the distance, just the sound of the breeze and of rural folks chatting away the afternoon.

nedburn.thaffe@gleanerjm.com