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.
A woman’s purse was snatched. Stunned, she tearfully held her head as her cash, ATM cards and ID were in the hands of a thief, who ran through the unaware crowd too fast to be apprehended and too desperate to care about the devastating effects of his actions.
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.
In recent years, many Guyanese have been celebrating or acknowledging a number of foreign holidays, like St.
Not every mother deserves praise or respect. The process of bringing a child into the world is not a simple task and maybe all women who commit to nine months of drastic changes to their bodies and possible health risks, such as hypertension and diabetes, should be commended for that.
Stabroek, particularly around Demico, the bus parks and the market, is a hub displaying snippets of Guyanese life.
I saw an interesting film called ‘Flatliners’ last weekend. In it, four medical students, curious about what happens after we die, choose to stop their hearts, then to be revived to tell of their experiences.
Unknown to most of us before the tragic events of last week, Leonard Archibald’s face is now etched in the memories of many, indeterminately.
The Convention on the Rights of the Child was adopted by the United Nations in 1989 and approved by the Government of Guyana in 1991.
A woman of African descent wrote on social media this week, “Amerindians are animals and should go back to the bush.” The post resulted in people of all ethnicities condemning her and the condemnation in part saw her being subjected to racial slurs.
As a product of a single-parent household, I know firsthand some of the challenges such parents face.
Often when phenomena such as natural disasters occur many voice the view that the world will soon reach its end.
We often ask people, “How are you?” Though, in many cases, we don’t really care about the answer.