Am I tired of writing about women being murdered in Guyana? Yes. Can I ignore this crisis and never write about it again?
A little more oil in my lamp to keep it burning A little more oil in my lamp I pray A little more oil in my lamp to keep it burning Keep it burning till the break of day The chorus is a snippet from a popular song that is sang in many Christian churches.
In Buxton, where I grew up, it is the custom of the Anglican Church to sound a bell to indicate the death of a person.
Hecklers, offensive statements that go against the nature of national unity, a surprise appearance by a Santa Claus, secrets exposed around oil bonuses – haven’t the Guyanese people been betrayed enough?
It is almost impossible to find a woman who has not been subjected to some form of sexual harassment.
Our society makes it is difficult for people to admit that they were abused because victims are often manipulated into believing that they are blameworthy.
Dear Kescia, Your name will not be forgotten. Your relatives and friends and colleagues and the thespians will make sure of that.
Last week, I discussed the plight of Sicklers in Guyana and highlighted some of their experiences and challenges in accessing care.
Imagine a knife cutting deep into your flesh. Imagine it reaching even deeper and stabbing the bone repeatedly; such is the pain that those with Sickle Cell disease experience as described by Ms.