We experience life, see our days, hear emotion and meaning when we interact with others, according to our presupposition, that unconscious window through which we see the world, each person’s point of view unique, each one’s frame of reference of a different shade than any other.
When we think of the enormous sacrifices and hardships our foreparents made to carve this blessed land into the Guyanese nation, we ought to hang our heads in shame at the way we insist on being as a people of the 21st century global village.
Guyanese now span the global village. We’re a global people, a 21st century nation in every sense of the word, with our homeland nesting comfortable, peaceful, pastoral, forest green, sunny yellow, multicultural, between the giant Amazon and the gigantic Atlantic.
Life happens, lots of time unpleasantly. The nature of the world we live in, and human nature itself being what it is, we face all sorts of challenges, problems, setbacks, upsets, frustrations, disappointments.
We straddle South America and the Caribbean, this Guyanese nation, blessed beyond measure, able to make a dynamic contribution to the global village, positioned to play important roles in shaping regional affairs.
We want conversations that inspire us. Nothing so transforms one’s day as engaging in conversations with people in our social circle that move, inspire and lift us, nourishing the spirit, filling the soul with a sweet taste.
In the midst of that crass plosive pessimistic passiveness that drowns out any kindness, goodness, friendliness, professionalism that remains in our society, there’s one Police Officer you could turn to for prompt service in Georgetown.
Yesterday marked the 28th year since the Guyanese nation experienced the sudden demise of its first Executive President, Forbes Burnham. On August 6, 1985, the nation felt a stunned numbness when the lone radio station announced in sombre tones that President Burnham had died.