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Last lap
I’m watching the final stretch of a race.
Welcome home, foreigner!
His body is sprinkled with pink dots, curly hair a damp mess and his breath is coming in short, very exasperated gasps.
The new Scrooge
Every year I have a beginning-of-Christmas-season ritual.
Necessary Berry
Technology is my best friend.
A little bit of magic
When I was 4, my daddy told me I was his princess and brought me all the classic fairytales I still love.
Poor.com
I do not own a computer or a television.
When it rains…
When it rains I pray that the Demerara River does not overflow into my front yard.
Cricket musings
So the Amazon Conquerors went to South Africa to play in the Championship League and conquered no one.
Can soca find its groove?
Grooovy… Soca? We must admit that we were more than a little intrigued after the launching of Banks Groovy Soca Monarch competition earlier this week.
Culture Box: Plagiarists among us
I once submitted a school assignment minus any citations and watched as my teacher tossed it away, relegating it to a filthy dustbin of a messy classroom.
The power of identity
I am not sure when my preoccupation with my identity began but it has become an integral part of my life.
Culture Box: A toast to my life
I am told that I was born around eight o’clock at the public hospital on a night when two young nurses were on duty along with a doctor a few days from retirement; the child of a man who wasn’t sure whether he wanted a daughter or a son, but was willing to stake money on the baby being a girl.
Did you hear about…?
There is so much good in the worst of us, And so much bad in the best of us, That it hardly becomes any of us To talk about the rest of us.
The lost city
“Oh beautiful Guyana, Oh my lovely, native land…”These are truly patriotic words which force my doubting heart to feel love; love for a land where I must go hiking or look beneath layers of filth to see beauty.
What women want
“The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?’” (Sigmund Freud)And he was a very smart man.