Ah glad tuh see duh

We have a number of folks with very perceptive eyes writing columns or letters to the press on a daily basis pointing out various traumas or irregularities in the country.  Nothing wrong with that; attention should be brought to such things – full attention.   However, I often think that those folks should also be turning their eyes to some of the things that are going right in our society, but many such observers, most of the time, don’t go there, as the Americans say, thereby presenting us with a  somewhat skewed picture.  Against that spectre, therefore, once a year or so in this column, and more often than that in private, I like to pay some attention to developments in Guyana that cause me to say, “Ah glad tuh see duh.”

Recently, for example, for the first time since I returned to Guyana, I was impressed to see traffic policemen at rush hour in almost every junction in the city.  It came apparently unannounced, but it was a welcome sight for what it implied and also for what it produced because suddenly, in those periods, the speedsters and the lane switchers disappeared,