Perplexed? Puzzled? Bemused? Bewildered? Mesmerized? All of the above, I suppose. You can appreciate that I love words of any language.
Today’s offering is a (rather rare) tribute to, and agreement with the views of a fellow-citizen I regard as an acquaintance worthy of note and recognition.
Even though many persons behind the promotional scene and the production of the music are matured, very adult individuals, many of us past sixty/seventy cannot keep up with today’s version of soca – once dubbed Soul Calypso.
“From Pakaraima’s peaks of pow’r To Corentyne’s lush sands Her children pledge each faithful hour To guard Guyana’s lands To foil the shock of rude invader Who’d violate her earth To cherish and defend forever The state that gave them birth” Pardon my very negative assumption here – based on lots of enquiries – that too many hundreds of our citizens are not at all familiar with the words of our wonderful “Song of the Republic”.
Believe me, today I intended to indulge in pure, sweet justified escapism. To explore briefly this matter of “love” and those who love.
From my teenaged years, through adulthood to my current pre-seventies, a word associated with my Guyana, which I’ve long been impatient with, is “potential.” Guyana, with its creative people and vast, varied natural resources, has been described, for decades, as “a country with enormous potential.” Alas, will I ever experience first-hand, the actualization of this now legendary “potential?” The management of our economy’s resources under successive administrations since the fifties has never made manifest for the masses the results and rewards this potential should have offered.
My lead caption-and theme- is really another invitation to Guyana’s younger journalists, feature writers, even serious social historians, to explore the reality of just who “owns” how much of this place we call Guyana.
Yes, some who bother to read this would probably be justified for thinking or saying “there he goes again”.
I was thrown into a minor dilemma as I was preparing this piece much earlier in the week.
Oh that much longed-for, or sought-after condition, or status. My old Oxford provides fourteen definitions for the noun (and verb) that is power!
Naturally there will be numerous reviews of 2011 as the year winds down tomorrow.
Wishes and gifts in this Season of Giving inspired by the gift of a Christ Child whom many Christians believe was the Word made Flesh to walk amongst us.
Oh me. What am I doing, eight days before Christmas Day, exploring the post-election day goings on still?
A President by Lottery? | I’ve persuaded myself to make this two–cents contribution to the 2011 post – elections era as it is unfolding.
Strange defections and “unity” Some choice campaign quotes Obviously, this is my final Pre–Polling Day contribution to the Elections to be held on Monday.
Just In Case They Lose Bear with me and come ramble with me through these thoughts.
A government of “National Unity”? No PPP? Hello. Even as I attempt these semi-moralistic, advisory pieces, I bear in mind today’s changed values, norms and mores, from my young adult-hood.
Perhaps it is in the context of the most interesting pre-polling day “defections” and political cross-overs occurring weekly that I create these (hypothetical) fictitious remarks likely to be delivered hours or days after Election Day, November 28, 2012.
Recall that it was just last Friday I wondered, in print, who would join the growing list of “defectors” or “cross-overs” before Nomination Day?
I pledge, upon whatever honour I have left, not to return to this issue for many, many weeks – after today.
I was once a “student” of American Visas – categories, types, usage, who could qualify for which.
Joe Hamilton’s crossover: any meaning? Up to the time of writing this, President Jagdeo was still awaiting Gecom’s official intimation that it is quite ready and capable to conduct the General and Regional Elections some time before December 2011 ends.
Dr Luncheon – And my Grandchild Believe me, I had decided to explore, yet again, this issue, before I fell upon the editorial in this Tuesday’s Stabroek News.
Alright, of course, the lead caption with “Ramotar” and “Granger” is a journalistic attention-grabber.
careers and companies thru’ cocaine Look Friends, I appreciate that the captioned lead today is, perhaps not an issue for a Friday columnist.
I’m pretty sure that I used my lead caption in this newspaper a few years ago.
For some, their minds, psyches and vocabulary heavily influenced by foreign lifestyles and development, the Guyana “summer” is at an end.
If only it’s because I’m past my mid–sixties, indulge with me as I share regrets and laments, in waffle and preaching today.
-Good Police, Bad Police If we consider this pre–season of the Elections Campaign we may want to evaluate, even recommend, certain actions and activities related to that campaign.
I suppose, nay I know, that it is easy for me to sit at a desk and offer commentary and advisories to victims or would- be victims of crime.
If you’re objective, open–minded or, especially, a–political, you’ll be hard put to find fault with the general objectives of many of the government’s programmes, policies and promotional events.
Regulars would have read my frequent offerings on the themes of Corrupt Practices, Bandit Businessmen, New Values From The Cocaine Reality, the Power of Perception and sundry and varied related issues.
Again the brightest of observations and notes on the subject of Guyanese migration and its consequent diaspora – or dispersal, which now sees very much more “born-Guyanese” living permanently away from their homeland.
A comment stimulated by my recent piece on “honest businessmen”; our challenged University’s struggle to produce “relevant” educated citizens and (election) talk about our society’s “polarisation”, have all caused me to revisit these issues today.
My brevity today indicates that this offering is one of my “time-out productions.” However, as I read, weekly, of the huge cocaine busts which now irrevocably taints my Guyana as some “Cocaine transshipment/trafficking point,” thoughts of the stories of some of our legendary business families cross my mind.
Guess what? I’m pretty sure that in last Friday’s offering on issues related to same-sex/gender matters, Guyana-wise, I had promised to take a long time out from such topics.
I’ll probably leave this lead subject alone after this treatment. I’ve explored, cursorily, male and female homosexuality in two previous pieces over the years.
Occasional association with GAWU President Komal Chand was good enough to arouse my interest – and curiosity – a few years ago.
It just had to be one of the early issues of this year’s elections campaign.
Since I’ve decided not to vote for anybody to lead me, I certainly have to abide with other people’s choice.
In my lead caption and “story”, it’s former Police Assistant Commissioner Paul Slowe I mean.
What happens if you ask coastlanders – especially our under-20s – what and where is “Region Eight” in Guyana?
Long-given promises and the realities in this Big, Beautiful, Blighted Land have turned me into something of a “Doubting Thomas”.
This offering, which threatens to be my most brief in months, attempts to provoke thought about two central issues in the news as they relate to the “character” of government and governance here these days.
Today’s lead topic is re-cycled from 17 years ago. Why? Because I am utilizing my rarely-used right to be professionally lazy; and also because migration to the USA has been a powerful blight in our national lives for some three decades now.
At Guyana’s elections time just who raises the spectre of race first? Then how is that issue made an element of electoral consideration, further emphasized, and by whom?
This will be one of those relatively “lazy”, time-out pieces today. Extreme brevity as I dare to comment on two issues, seemingly so disparate.
I have to meekly concede. My consistent indiscipline makes me again, intervene, intrude into what Dr David Hinds describes as “essentially black people’s business”.
The Ministry of Culture has attempted to make good on its pledge to “widen the menu of activities” that it was sponsoring or endorsing as part of its official Republic Anniversary programme this year.
I’d guess that, at the minimum, half of our population is aware of the origins and reasons for the annual festival that is Mashramani.