|For the Mayor of San Fernando, the battle is almost won.|
Two months after he began the eviction of Harris Promenade, there remains only one homeless person.
All the others, Mayor Ken Ferguson told us, had simply vanished.
It was the result of the round the clock security paid for by the city corporation to ensure that the ragged many did not litter the promenade between Library Corner and the San Fernando General Hospital.
And it was done for the benefit of the good citizens before their Christmas and Carnival.
All gone except one.
A defiant Diane James, stranded in a wheel chair, spending her days on the promenade across the road from the Lady of Perpetual Help Roman Catholic Church, needing not to say a word to be offered a dollar from those walking by on their way to somewhere else.
James, who in another life, had a home and family in Biche, and three children, the last conceived and delivered on a public bench on the streets of Port of Spain years before.
James, who at the age of 43, looked ancient, in early childhood losing the equal chance to succeed by the polio that left her legs crooked, her walk turned into a drunken shamble. But walking nonetheless until three years ago when she was struck down by a car in Chaguanas, that put her in a wheelchair.
James, who despite it all, found love from another homeless, Gerald Mohammed, he, a Christmas Day baby who celebrated his 20th birthday on the streets.
So James will be the last to go, according to the Mayor.
He said earlier this month that the Social Development Ministry was trying to locate a place for her in Arima.
Should she make it off, she will be among the luckiest women of the promenade.
For this year, two other women living in the shadow of freedom fighters Mahatma Ghandi and Marcus Garvey, left in body bags.
Cynthia Ramcharan, who in May died folded into a shopping cart that in the last weeks of her life, was her home and bed. Ramcharan, a young woman at 38 years old, but in a body wasted by drug abuse and prostitution, also finding a kind of love in Sylvester Joseph, who pushed her through the streets of the city, a couple seen by all, but really seen by none.
And Bhagwantee Rampersad, 40, a slave to alcohol, a mother to five, with a home in Barrackpore but roaming the streets of the city begging for money to support the habit that ended that day in June when she took a swing from the bottle of Bay Rum, and dropped dead.
But what of these vanished vagrants?
We found them. At the abandoned train station at King's Wharf where they do their best to stay alive in the face of the drug addicts with homes who come there to smoke cocaine.
Some returned to Tamarind Square, Port of Spain, where there still is a Serengeti-like haven for them, they walking the entire length of the highway, and overnighting in Central Trinidad.
These homeless can expect to be taken off the streets before the Summit of the Americas in April, and kept at the St Ann's Hospital, according to Dr Varma Deyalsingh, secretary of the Association of Psychiatrists of Trinidad and Tobago..