A journalist’s well kept secret.
A Tony Sabga Chronicle The first time that I set eyes on him, he was planting coconut trees on the Pigeon Point Beach with his wife Minerva. It was a Carnival Tuesday in Trinidad and Tobago circa 2003. Walking along the beach with plants in his hand, the venerable Anthony Sabga, a man who was legendary especially among those who knew that his business empire was built on being grounded and street smart was normal like everyone else around him. No drama, no fanfare, no visible bodyguards as he walked along a place that was clearly close to his heart as I later learnt. Dr Anthony Sabga So when two masqueraders, covered in black oil and beating a paint pan for music and another with a wooden fork in his hand surprised me demanding that I “Pay the devil”, I nodded in the direction of Sabga. ‘Mr Sabga own this place, he have money,” I teased, at the same time pulling out the camera which was my constant companion. The old ma...