When I think about my school days (primary and secondary) in Guyana, much of it feels like a blur. A lot of memorising, rigorous testing and oftentimes little to no interrogation of how the theories could transform our society and a post colonial one at that.
Instead of Animal Farm that we were made to read, I would have preferred anything from Walter Rodney or Gaiutra Bahadur. Instead of standing in the boiling hot sun during school hours pleading with “royal visitors” to stop, led by our teachers, I would have much preferred to be sat in the classroom learning about the true carnage they and their forefathers caused and continue to cause through their governments in the global south.
