How do we step on remnants of the remains of dead children and not think that these are gloomy times? Directed by the insensitive and perhaps those detached from their divinity. We watch in awe as the ashes of our ineptitude and sins multiply. A nation in distress. A people lost and hopeless while those who ride on carpets into the sunset delude themselves that this nation is whole, free, evolving for the better, and that the collective is happy. Like our ‘One Guyana’ dreams on tour. There were concerts in Canada and the United States like we are selling fairy-tale land and not one where all do not matter. ‘One Guyana’ events where blacklisted artistes will never be asked to perform. But some who lack talent but conform will display themselves and shine bright like a diamond.
It has been sixty-two days. Sixty-two days since the tragedy that claimed the lives of twenty children. This week we were shocked when we saw debris from the fire being used to fill potholes in Mahdia. We cannot measure where insensitivity and senselessness begin in Guyana, but we know there is no end. The fact that this idea was even conceived, and permission granted tells us that the schools some of our people attended do not exist. People had to object before those actions were stopped. Yet, there were those who saw nothing ill-conceived about such action. Who would be surprised that this would be upsetting especially since the tragedy is still fresh? And what we saw was that the scene of the tragedy was not even preserved. We saw officials parading on the scene shortly after the tragedy. Forensic investigation? Do we know of it? Perhaps they thought they had all the answers.
