Just after sunrise, before Craig Village really wakes up, I like to walk about our yard looking at nani’s flowers. Nothing reminds me of home, of Guyana, of family and life and happiness more than the sight of this flower. Continue reading Nani’s Hibiscus
Somewhere between Wuthering Heights and Dubliners, I begin to wonder about my purpose. Why do some of us even want purpose? Is it because deep down we’re all selfish fools terrified of ceasing to exist? Some days I don’t even know why the hell I want purpose. I just know that I need it and must have it. Perhaps, just perhaps, if I can give … Continue reading Lone Scavenger
If I knew then what I know now I’d have stood up and given my Primary 4 teacher a good lecture. I can’t believe I grew up believing that Christopher Columbus discovered the West Indies and Guyana! Well, for all of you who still believe that allow me to dispel that myth. Right this moment, you need to get that notion out of your head. … Continue reading The Columbus Myth
I’ve seen Guyana in a way that I’d rather not have seen her until I was a little more older, a little more mature. I’ve seen miserably blank faces, miserably frustrated souls who gave up on life long before they even learnt of trying. Sadly, even I was once tempted to give up on life and condemn myself to just going through the motion of living. … Continue reading Born in Misery’s Place
Beauty, it’s something we all appreciate and something most of us Guyanese are willing to travel 1000s of miles in search of. But beauty, it’s right here in Guyana too and it isn’t very far away from the former Garden City. It’s some time around 6am on a Saturday and I’m sitting in one of our infamous minibuses headed to Georgetown. It’s the first leg … Continue reading The Berbice Experience
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