Guyana’s political impasse has been brought to an abrupt end thankfully, but unfortunately at the expense of loss of life in Bath Settlement earlier on in year and the psychological scarring of young schoolchildren making their way from school.
I was ignorant to believe that migrating would help with the automatic erasure of my most excruciating and piercing racial and anti-black memories and experiences.
I think every man who wears a mask possibly now understands the relief women feel when they get home, walk through the door, and immediately remove their bras.
It is hard to believe that just a few weeks ago I was complaining about price gouging for masks and hand sanitizers where I live as well as looking for toilet paper helplessly and stocking up on non-perishable food items.
As we continue to observe and/or participate in the Black Lives Matter protests across the globe, I have been reflecting on how we racialize some certain aspects of black fashion and culture.
I have always enjoyed cooking for more than one reason. Satisfaction from seeing people whom I care for eat meals I prepared has been one of my biggest motivators.
As most of us start to come to terms with the idea of our temporary new normal and practice social distancing, slowly but surely our tastes and what we now want to prioritize are changing.
Social distancing, washing your hands, staying two metres apart from people, and working from home if you can, are all pieces of advice you have probably been hearing for the past week at a more intense rate.