OPERATING a market stall while in high school was not easy for Yolanda Silvera. Neither was the violence to which she was exposed while growing up in the tough community of Dunkirk in East Kingston.
However, Silvera has overcome those challenges, and is now an engineer, PhD candidate and lecturer at the University of Technology, Jamaica (UTech), honouring the wishes of her grandmother who could not read and write and who did not want her to suffer a similar fate.
Silvera graduated with first-class honours in mechanical engineering from UTech, a master’s degree in engineering management from Brunel University in London, and an MBA in technology management from Walden University, scoring a perfect 4.0 GPA which landed her on the roll of the International Golden Key Honour Society whose membership list includes former US president Bill Clinton.
Based on her academic performance and voluntary work with youth in the Joy Town programme in Trench Town, she was awarded a $1-million scholarship from the society towards her current PhD studies in systems engineering.
“My grandmother was a big stickler for education because she would share how people treated her because she couldn’t read or write her name, and how bad it was working as a domestic helper with some people who made her wash even their underwear. She never wanted us to go through that,” Silvera said.
“So, from very early I saw that the thing that was going to take me out of that situation was education, and I kept remembering what my grandmother shared with me,” she added.
When Silvera was a child her mother was forced to flee an abusive relationship and move into her mother’s home in Dunkirk with her three young children.
Following the contentious break-up the father refused to support the children, leaving the responsibility on Silvera’s grandmother to support an entire household, which included her own children, on a domestic helper’s salary.
But domestic work did not bring in enough, so her grandmother began selling soup, corn, crabs and whatever fruits were in season on Windward Road on weekends and at her gate during the week.
With very little to go around, Silvera recalled going back home for a lunch of porridge and being just as hungry by the time she walked back to school.
Despite that experience, Silvera had a deep desire to learn and would never miss a day at school. That zeal to learn saw her reading at above-grade level by the time she began attending Franklin Town Primary School, resulting in her going straight to grade three. That placed her in the same Common Entrance class with her brother, who was four years her senior.
“I think I have an innate, God-given talent when it comes on to education and I have always been drawn to books,” she said.
With money very tight, her grandmother could not afford to pay for extra lessons in preparation for the Common Entrance Examination; however, teachers such as a Miss Hill and Mr Fearon allowed the siblings to attend classes for free.
But it was a bittersweet victory when the results were out as, while she gained a place at Convent of Mercy Academy (Alpha), her brother, who was sitting it for the third time, was unsuccessful.
By the time Silvera started high school her mother, who had another child around that time, was selling downtown and Silvera was required to help.
“She had a stall and she would stay at the stall and I would take some of the things and walk around and sell them,” she recalled.
When that did not bring enough money, Silvera’s mother established yet another stall at the then Michael Manley Market in Kingston’s eastern end, and Silvera was responsible for selling ground produce at that location on Saturdays. She recalled that her mother would buy the items from other vendors and she would package them for sale.
“A lady said to me one day that she couldn’t understand how a big stoosh high school girl like me was in the market selling,” she recalled.
For the first two years of high school Silvera received assistance from her uncle, Peter Fearon, who had just begun working as a meteorologist. However, that ended when he went overseas to study.
With great blessings also came great challenges, as Silvera was selected among a batch of students being prepared to sit Caribbean Examination Council (CXC) exams by third form. This meant additional expenses for books, which the family could not afford. A desperate Silvera sought help from Alpha’s then principal, Sister Bernadette, who made arrangement for the school to provide a free lunch. In addition, Silvera said Alpha, through its affiliation with the Catholic church, also provided groceries for the entire family.
In the latter part of third form the school also offered her free boarding and she went home on weekends to help the family.
The then teenage girl was also responsible for caring for her siblings as they had a rocky relationship with their mother, whom they saw more like a big sister than a parent.
“Sometimes she would go off and leave us for a while and we didn’t know where she was, and so my grandmother was like my mother,” she said of the woman she refers to as ‘mammy’.
With her grandmother being so self-conscious about not being able to read, attendance at parent/teachers’ meetings for her siblings was left mainly up to Silvera.
“Even with my youngest brother, who was born when I was in high school, I was the one attending PTA for him and buying his books and eventually even sent him to university when I started working,” she said.
Silvera recalled those days when the electricity was disconnected at home for long periods because of non-payment, forcing her to study under the streetlight outside as she helped her mother operate a sweetie stall outside the gate during the week.
Silvera said she was ridiculed by classmates who would pass her studying on the sidewalk.
“When I go to school and they would tease me about it, I would cry, but that helped me to develop a tough exterior and I would always say to myself that some day I will show them,” she told the Jamaica Observer.
Silvera said in the early years growing up in Franklin Town she was not aware that she was living in an inner-city community until gang violence erupted.
“My initial perspective of Franklin Town was that it was not a ghetto, until I was about in high school. My grandmother owned her home. We didn’t have bridged light and we didn’t live in a tenement yard or have zinc fence, and so, despite the hardship, what really made me conscious that it was a ghetto was when we had all the gang violence,” she said.
She recalled sitting outside the house one night and being caught in crossfire as two gunmen traded bullets.
“At times it affected me because when war started you have to figure out the safest route to walk to school, and I couldn’t stay up late to study with the lights on because you didn’t want gunmen to think you could see them,” she said.
Growing up in the ghetto, Silvera said she never came under undue pressure from thugs as her brothers and uncles were very protective of her.
“When I was passing these guys and they called to me, I would hold my head straight; I remember when I was in university I was walking home from the bus stop one day and a known gunman was calling to me and he walked straight into my yard when I didn’t answer and said how long him calling me and I won’t answer, and my uncle didn’t care that he was a gunman, he came out with a machete and told him never to set back foot in our yard,” she recalled.
After graduating high school with 10 subjects, Silvera had to shelve the idea of going to sixth form as there was no money, opting instead to attend Excelsior Community College’s pre-university programme. She credits friends, among them Donald Johnson, who assisted her.
After the first year, Silvera’s grades were good enough for her to matriculate into the then College of Arts, Science, and Technology to pursue a three-year diploma in mechanical engineering. On completion, she took a job as a trainee air traffic controller at the Jamaica Civil Aviation Authority and was very happy when she was able to assist her grandmother in taking care of the household.
She accepted a scholarship to study in Cuba, but with no money to supplement the scholarship and not having enough for food, Silvera became ill and was forced to return home before completing the programme.
She later applied to UTech. However, by her second year she faced another challenge to fund her education.
Luckily, she was helped by friends, such as Junior Freckleton, who guaranteed a student loan for her, and Donna Edwards, who assisted in paying the final-year tuition.
Again, Silvera turned to selling, this time going downtown to purchase underwear for resale. In addition, a friend who sold hair products to the wholesales would give her the damaged ones and she would retail things like hair gel and shampoo. Later, she started travelling to the US to purchase clothing and other consumer items for sale.
“On Saturdays I would pack them out in the yard at Franklin Town and sell them and that became a thriving business,” she recalled.
In-between juggling that business, Silvera made time to study and even to organise Saturday sessions to help her classmates who were struggling.
She recalled that at her graduation several Franklin Town residents accompanied her grandmother to share in her accomplishment.
“My grandmother had tears in her eyes when we were taking the pictures and she reminded me that when I was little I saw a plane flying over and I said, ‘some day I am going to fix planes’, and she said the first one I fix, she wanted to fly in it. Although I have not done that, what was important for me was that my grandmother believed in me, without a doubt, and so I knew that even if I failed at something she would always be there cheering me on.”
Silvera immediately took a position as lecturer at UTech as she wanted to be able to give back, just as her grandmother, who despite the hardships, would always rescue the homeless and the hungry.
She then moved on to work with Shell as an engineer responsible for LPG plants across the island, a job that helped to boost her confidence as one of the few females in this field.
She cited an occasion when some colleagues doubted her ability to design and install a particular pump. Her confidence was somewhat deflated when the representative of the overseas company supplying the pump also said the calculation for her design was incorrect. But Silvera said her confidence was not only restored but boosted when she later received an e-mail from him informing that he had been mistaken.
“He wrote an e-mail to say that despite the fact that he was the designer at the company my calculations were correct and what he calculated was incorrect and that he had not heard of UTech before speaking to me, but they should be very proud of me,” she recalled.
Silvera also worked at Windalco, then at Jamalco with Canadian firm, Hatch, which managed a lot of major projects. She was later recruited by GraceKennedy as an engineering manager before she was encouraged to take a pay cut and return to lecturing full-time at UTech.
A devout Christian, Silvera said her experiences prepared her to help her students.
“If I had not gone through those experiences I could not talk to my students when they doubt their abilities or have financial struggles or family issues. When I tell them I grew up in a ghetto they don’t believe because they are only seeing the finished product,” she said.
Silvera is still amazed at how well she was able to perform under stress as she recalled that while doing her first master’s degree in 2004 her older brother was murdered on his way to work during a flare-up of gang war among thugs who couldn’t catch his younger brother who was hanging out with the wrong crowd.
A year later, gunmen raped and murdered her younger brother’s girlfriend, leaving a four-month-old and a four-year-old without a mother. This forced the family, who had lived in Franklin Town for more than three decades, to leave the community.
Three years later, thinking the bad blood was over, the brother returned to live in Dunkirk and was murdered, leaving his two children orphaned. It was left to Silvera and her husband Shane, whom she described as her greatest supporter, to raise the children as their own.
Silvera said she got the opportunity to take very good care of her grandmother, who died two years ago, and is now in the process of working on repairing the relationship between herself and her mother.
Her advice to others going through similar situations is that they develop a relationship with God. “Let the Lord help you to identify who you are in Him, and who He has called you to be, and not what anybody else says you are,” she said.
Silvera also urged people to believe in themselves. “One of my biggest things is proving people wrong, and so I am fiercely competitive, especially in my field. I don’t believe in doing anything mediocre,” she said.
The song “It’s not an easy road” by Buju Banton comes to mind after reading this lady’s story. On the other hand, I have to say congratulations to her for staying focused, and working hard to the end to come out on top, despite the hardships and turbulences that she went through. Good job Yolanda!
It’s not where you come from, but your ambition and determination. God bless her and her family.
MET mi know har a Odette we call har, from she likkke she bright, her mom berdine and her granny ms monica is our family friend. Her brother name rohan did get killed cuz him next brother did bad. Then the brother bby mother get killed while holding her bby girl and in front of her 6byear old son. Then bad Breda get killed. Nuff tings she suffered but she always hold up her head, not surprised by her success. Go Odette, when she was at CAST my fada always mek mi go study with her him used to seh, when she dun sch dem nah go can pay her, and she will never need a man fi mine har.
Thanks Met! Inspired!
good morning met is stories like this i love to read her grandmother remind me so much of my mother may her sold rest in perfect peace i am from mo bay an my mother an father have 10 children together an my dad had one outside the home an when my mom found out about the baby she went an take her home to live with us in a 2 bedroom house my dad work 2 jobs an all is money goes to the rum bar an eny lady in the bar no money comes in the home an my mother sell roast corn cain coconut mango every thing you know that sell on the street side except her body i dont know when she find time to rest i just want to big up my mother an say to my dad the waist man the fier fi you in hell
Odette mi proud a yuh Rip to yuh granny Ms. Monica and ur bros Ricky and Rohan. Odette, yuh need fi stop now still mi nuh like how yuh mek ur madda beredene sound. you always had this deep seeded resentment towards har and eva complain seh she prefer yuh breddas. don’t seh she gone an unu neva know weh she did deh, cuz yih know any time she gone a country she go sell. she and monica a hustlers and ever a sell tings panty, gel dis and dat. yuh always vex seh yih did haffi go sell a town mek yuh alpha frend dem see yuh and dat vex u too. Odette remember how ricky did bad and suck up di attention? maybe u felt neglected but maybe beredine did know seh yuh did good so she focus on the boys. anyways congrats but go repair the relationship wid ur mom, let go and let go. she lost two sons and a dawta in law and her mom in quick succession go hug her.
There is a time and place for everything.Know when fi talk bout certain tings.At this moment we are acknowledging her achievements.
I am in no way bashing her, our families are close we grew up together. I am proud of her accomplishments. Whar the article didn’t state is she is raising her brother’s orphaned children, she sent her youngest brother to school he is now Marketing director for CAL’S the juice company. what I waa trying to say, her relationship with her mom is strained and she and her granny was close , however I don’t like how she mek it sound like her mother was not there fot her or her mom wasn’t part of the struggle to school her. I think it is time for them to mend fences cuz they both suffered significant loss in the family.
correction the brother who gave trouble was kimarley. ricky is odette’s uncle, Monica last boy.
Nearly eighty percent of Jamaicans grew up under severe financial restrictions. The statistics say about 10 percent of the Jamaican population are below the poverty line. However, it’s a major struggle for most families, the majority of which are single mother headed. Maybe only one or two percent of the population was born with a silver spoon. So, if you go into any school, hospital, bank or courthouse and pull out a teacher, lawyer, nurse, doctor or judge, many of the will tell you a similar story. It’s hard making it in Jamaica and I’m extremely proud of the people who have struggled and made something of themselves.
Maybe ur intentions were good ItsMe but maybe the focus is on the achievement and the good?
We can’t forget our past but sometimes in order to move forward you have to forget it and ppl who did us wrong. If dat woman did focus on the treatment she received then bitterness probably overcome her. She mention the struggle with her mother but regarding her siblings so she point out the struggles.
Blessed morning one and all,
This lady just revved up my engine. Here I am complaining school too hard and what I want to accomplish is going to take too long, so I am looking to switch into something easier with less stress and then I read this…
Thanks Met for highlighting this woman. Back to the drawing board for me. I have to stick to my plan. 10 years ago if I had stopped doubting myself I would have finished already. I am so inspired by her story.
@comment 2:01am did u say the lady must forget her past are u mad? congrats to all hurdles u overcame lady and never giving up in life despite all the obstacles set against u
This brought tears to my eyes….so whenever you hear someone say that they that they cant do better b/c them come from ghetto……lies, all lies
Wow Im truly inspired by her story. Way to go Yolanda. The worst is behind you, may your success continue to grow, as you look towards the future. You’ve had your share of difficulties and successes, the race is not for the swift nor the battle for the strong but for those who can endure.