Hospitals are places where new life is welcomed, where healing is expected to take place and hope is restored. But sometimes the places where we seek healing are also the ones where our death takes place.
‘Blow,’ which is a Guyanese term for infidelity, has been trending in recent weeks. A few local artistes released songs about the subject, which served as reminders that we live in a society in which infidelity is rampant.
“Life is hard.”
“I have no idea what’s going on.”
“I am hoping to get out of it.”
“I applied for a house and I am waiting.”
Those statements were uttered by three vagrants I had a conversation with earlier this week.
I suppose people have always been fascinated with the element known as fire. It is a necessity. Survival needs would have motivated early human beings to learn ways to utilize fire and now we cannot imagine a world without it.
A couple of weeks ago, I attended an evening of reflection for the late Ronald Waddell. While listening to the tributes I realized how disturbed I still am by the way he was murdered and the circumstances that led to it.
I would imagine that no one pictures their child/children being in a sex tape at any point in their lives. Many try to ignore the fact that one day their children will be interested in sex – perhaps even convincing themselves that their ‘innocence’ will last forever.