1993: 1-st place Open Randstad
1993: 4-th place Mr. Hercules
1993: 1-st place Junior Mr. Hercules
1995: 16-th place Mr. Holland
1997: 1-st place Mr. Holland
1997: 1-st place Mr. World
1998: 3-rd place Night of the Dutch Champion
1998: 4-th place Mr. Universe
1999: 1-st place Night of the Dutch Champion
1999: 6-th place Mr. Universe
2000: 1-st place Night of the Dutch Champion
2000: 1-st place Mr. Universe
2001: Toronto Pro n/p
2001: New York Night of the Champion n/p

Nasty Child

That is how I remember him. I can remember the day my mother came home with this little baby. A baby boy, named Alison.I was so jealous, my place was taken. I no longer could sit on my mothers laps, because of this babyboy. As time went by, this boy allways needed to go and stayed in hospitals, because he was suffering of Astma. He was very nasty, I can write a book on him, but will only tell some things I remember, like yesterday. Most of the time he stayed in the hospital, what he did not like, he allways wanted to go home, so they had to tied him on the bed, so he couldn't escape.

In those day the movie "Superman" was playing, he thougt he was 'Superman", he would tied the sheets of hospitals bed on his neck, stand on the table and jump from it, thinking he can fly, (what a joke) he got a bubble on his forehead, (if you look very good at his pictures you still can see them) Them, because another time, he again thought he could fly and jump,with the result, another bubble.

Later, he grows and thought he was an Indian, so he puts forks on the stove,burned it and placed that hot thing on his cheek to gain those stripes Indians would put on their face (can you image that) This boy is crazy I thought. No one does such a thing and he would not even cry.

He turned four year old and started school, I was the one who has to walked him to school. At that time, he was no longer "Superman or an Indian", no...., he became Ali (that is his nickname) the fighter, he called himself, Mohamed Ali, and fought with every kids, it did not matter wether they where older or shorter.He fought. The schoolchildren allways came to me to tell me that Ali was fighting again, but he didn't need my help,because no matter his size,the punches were hard, (I know, because we fought too). Because of this fighting, he became very popular at school, he got many friends (of course......)

As a child, everyone tries new things, playing with matches and things like that, so did Ali, in our yard,we had many weeds and other plants, because the Island is dry, most of the plants were dry, so Ali decided to light a match and to see what would happen, with the consequence that there was a huge fire on our yard and the neighbours, lucky for everyone it was discovered on time. This child is nasty, I thought.

You know, once in a while, a cochrache, walked in our balcony or in the livingroom, as if they owned the place, but we (my two other sisters and I) were very afraid of them, Ali knew that. That nasty child would grapped the creepy insect and run after us for almost an hour,while we screamed like crazy,calling our mother for help.(nasty)

This nasty boy was devious, at one time, he decided to "die".My mother called him a few time to ask him what he was doing, but he did not answered, so mother went inside and found him on the couch, so my mother looked at him,shaked him, but he did not react, he would not even blinked with his eyes, my poor mother thougt he was dead. She went for help and came back finding Ali sitting on the couch,laughing. Today I can laugh about this things, but then.......

I had a very bad habbit, when we ate, I allways saved my meat for last, but Ali likes meat, so he talked to me and walked behind me, you know and I would see my meat desappear, he would ate it very fast and for the time I catch up with him, he already ate my meat.

One time, our father went abroad to see a doctor and left our mother with the car keys, so she can warm up the engine. We went to school ,but because Ali was sick, he stayed at home,my mother started the engine and went to take a shower, thinking that Ali was a sleep (yeah right...) suddenly he heard our neigbour screaming "Crisma Crisma come quick, my mother went outside, and what do you think.......Ali was lying under the car with his hand wrapped up in the engine and there he went again.......to the hospital. At the hospital, the doctors ask him, what he was doing there, how did it happen, he told them he wanted to change the oil, like our father allways did. Then I thougt, this child is the DEVIL himself.

My mother was desparate, she didn't know what to do with him, he was one of a kind. If it became dark, everybody would go inside, watching television or do something, for the exception of Ali, he allways stays in the dark, playing I think, in the bushes, so our mother invented a ghost, Nonnoe,the ghost with 7 eyes, it was the only way and the one thing he was afraid of and would run inside with his short legs like crazy. (picture that....)

Till today, there is something I could not understand, he had something, some charisma, with elder women, they all loved him, even thou he was nasty, they would ask my mother how he was doing, brought candy and things like that,only there was this old man, whenever he went to shop ,he would start calling Ali, only for him to says things to him, like lollipop head, he would climb from behind the fence, to fight with this man,and this man laugh.(I can still hear him laughing.) This man did this everyday. They are the best of friend, whenever Ali goes to Curacao, he pays a visit to this man. (Chicho)

And time went by.......he started showing intrest in girls and in sports. Luckily for my mother, he changed and he become what he is today. But for me, his sister, he still is: the Nasty Child.