Guyana is hot, but cold to the touch. Under the sweltering heat dreams are dying and bodies are in rigor mortis. Here we have a system that fails our people. One that burns and makes us cold at the same time.
There was a time when events would shock us, but now many are emotionless. The minutes of trauma have added up and became weeks, months, and years of turning emotions like stone. Here we watch bodies going through the motions like weary puppets whose heads hang low, with rotting strings. We have reached a point where glimpses of heaven here are sparse. Religious ones say hell is hot and while the sun and heat humble us, we must wonder.
There was a story in the news this week about a twenty-two-year-old paralyzed young woman who would have been denied access to services and died. It is suspected that she died of a heart attack. The norm now of young people dying of heart attacks has not concerned us enough. But it is not only heart attacks. Daily the faces of the dead are of mostly young people dying by natural causes, vehicular accidents, murders, and other unfortunate events like drowning.
