With photos by Keno George
It has only been a few days since schools closed for the August holidays, but the children of Buxton, East Coast Demerara have already assumed their rightful places in the niches of their community.
The face of a small boy, no more than two, peeks through the frame of a corner shop. Another slightly older one approaches, presumably to purchase ration.
Around the corner, the voice of a woman carries. She responds, in slight agitation, responds to a little girl’s antics with, “you ain know I getting a headache?”
In the heat of the midday sun, a group of children congregate once again in the school yard—this time for leisure—and scatter when the photographer approaches.
“You ain wan tek out we picha to?” a man shouts from his verandah. The shout came from Michael Anthony, who was in the company of two other men and a woman. Anthony volunteered one of the other men to speak, but nevertheless interjected at intervals.
Terry Cadogan, 32, having lived in Buxton all his life, commented that everything was “normal,” but complained of the condition of the streets and gutters. His street, which borders the village of Friendship, is littered with potholes, and according to him, there is need for clearing of the drainage system.
