It seems like the lady and lord of death are dancing on Guyana’s soil. Like the trumpet is sounding ominously, offerings have been made to nefarious entities in the fight for what Guyana will become and blood sacrifices in the form of our people’s mangled, maimed, and murdered bodies is the reward.
Aren’t we tired of writing “Rest in Peace” (RIP) or “Sincere Condolences” because of tragic events? Grief hovers over us – constant, expected and still surprising. Every day there is something to concern us but as the movie of oil, gold, corrupt practices, get rich goals and schemes continues to unravel there are those who seem to have accepted the possibility of a dark fate and there is little fight in them. Here on the rich man’s playground and the poor man’s plantation the dance of death continues but still there is division, contempt, jealousy, imprudence, deception, and stupidity clouding every sign of progress. Here is a majority religious flock seemingly not openly attempting to reconcile or secure the destination of their souls.
