For the last week I’ve been trying not to waste my time. But it seems like the harder I try to be productive, the harder it is to get anything done with the resources available in dear old Guyana. These days banking woes are the bane of my existence. I’ve been trying to set up an account which I can use to get paid for … Continue reading My Banking Woes (Part 1)
It’s the middle of a super hot GT day. There are multiple fans buzzing about me and outside mini-buses are carrying on their usual noisy dance. I’m here going over documents from the early 1900’s. This bright “organisation” had the grand idea of compiling a history of itself. As you can see from the image here, they didn’t do such a grand job preserving said … Continue reading How history suffers…
See that patched up thing with the tarp and umbrella? Yeah, well that thing is the typical Guyanese “hustlin’ hole”. This is a bread storage stall just outside the Ministry of Human Services and Social Security. At least they’re getting fresh bread out there and at least the vendor mekin’ a lil thing. Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading De Hustlin’ Hole
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
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