Four, five days from today it’ll be time for the observance, the celebration, the jollification – soirees marking the anniversary of the 1838 emancipation of enslaved Africans from the British– owned sugar plantations of the British Guiana Colony.
So I have promised myself, solemnly, not to bother you- all with my annual lament, under my now usual theme of “my Emancipation Blues”. You know: how every year I urge today’s Afro- Guyanese descendants to pool resources from here and the Diaspora to establish and initiate tangible, long–lasting projects to benefit “their own”, in town or village; or how I admonish today’s afro – folks over not owning bakery complexes, pharmacies, manufacturing entities – or their very own medical clinics or educational centres. No, see I am avoiding that today, in this my pre – Emancipation offering.
For I’ll be told of the cards stacked against “black people” before and during these
