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.
Most people who use marijuana in Guyana consume by smoking the herb. It is not only members of the Rastafarian community who engage in the practice, which is sacred to them, but people of every class, religion, ethnicity and gender.
As Emancipation approached this year, I found myself uninterested. It wasn’t because I had strayed from its significance or that my love and respect for the occasion had dwindled.
Like a play, we all have a beginning, a middle where we face various challenges and conflicts that we must resolve, and, of course, an end.
You don’t forget those expressions – astonishment, disbelief or fear; and the sniggers.
It seems like even the atheists were praying on Sunday night. Another tragedy had happened and, as is often the case, many sought divine intervention.
Selfless, Heroic and Eternal is SHE. Creator, Mother, Queen, Motivator, Homemaker, Career Woman – SHE is everything under the sun.
We live in a culture where many people find it difficult to communicate their feelings.
Every day Cubans are arriving in Guyana to engage in shopping. Asians have been coming for years setting up businesses all around the country.
By Kojo McPherson (Guest writer) Kojo McPherson is a multidisciplinary artist currently focused on filmmaking.
Hospitals are places where new life is welcomed, where healing is expected to take place and hope is restored.
Do most Guyanese have a problem with gay people? Or is it the sex that bothers them and more particularly the sex gay men engage in?
‘Blow,’ which is a Guyanese term for infidelity, has been trending in recent weeks.
Did they assume that I was in danger of losing my way? How could they not see that I am not a person with fabricated beliefs about myself?
“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.
Is a visa to England, Canada or the United States a golden ticket to paradise?
A plot to assassinate the president? While there will always be those who disapprove of His Excellency, Brigadier (rtd) David Arthur Granger, such an allegation was disquieting.
A meeting was planned to accommodate consultations on the proposed Value-Added Tax (VAT) on private education.
Every now and then one is faced with local stories that leave one questioning the purpose of life.
There are almost two hundred thousand people living in Georgetown. Yet, I am often asked by acquaintances about places to rent in the city.
People dying from AIDS in the present time seems rare. There was a time when people would die, especially the young, and one would often hear, “De big truck knock she down” or “He had de truck.” ‘Big truck’ is a colloquial term for describing the disease.
Earlier this week, we celebrated Phagwah. Phagwah is a Hindu festival of colours and celebrates good over evil and the beginning of Spring.
Skeletal remains were found in 1974 in Ethiopia from a female hominid of the Australopithecus afarensis species, who has been called Lucy and who is said to be one of our earliest potential ancestors.
I suppose people have always been fascinated with the element known as fire.
This week a woman humiliated a popular Disc Jockey who goes by the name DJ Magnum.
A couple of weeks ago, I attended an evening of reflection for the late Ronald Waddell.
I would imagine that no one pictures their child/children being in a sex tape at any point in their lives.
Paid parking is now a reality in Georgetown. While some seem to have no issue with the new system, many are objecting.
The eyes of the desperate are often sad and pleading and if one stares into them long enough, empathy is evoked.
Security guards are people who deserve the utmost respect. It is a profession that many of us would never venture into either because of the pay, the shifts or because our qualifications and/or interests lead us in a different direction.
Sometimes the dreadfulness stemming from social issues and disappointments with the powers of the day seem to overshadow all the other things that are happening in our country.
I do not usually make New Year’s resolutions. What I do throughout the year is make notes on what I want to accomplish both in the short and long term.
Since its return in 2011 the National Drama Festival has helped to develop and expose the talent of many young people.
We are in a season where the cries of Guyanese at home and even some abroad have become constant.
Recently, Prince Harry of the British royal family visited our country. I have never really been interested in any monarchy, and in the case of Prince Harry, we are worlds apart.
The average Guyanese will probably not pry into every detail of the budget.
After the Lusignan massacre occurred, I did not sleep well for weeks. With only Annandale separating Buxton and Lusignan, the tragedy was too close to home.
Most Guyanese know the name Baby Arthur. His given name was Hubert Headley.
Just around 7am last Sunday, the dreaded blackout arrived in parts of Georgetown.
Diwali is an opportunity for introspection–we must think about what we are doing for the betterment of our community and what part are we playing in the narrative of good over evil, light over darkness, knowledge over ignorance and hope over despair.
Last Sunday, I attended the Guyana Coconut Festival, which was organised by the Ministry of Business and held at the Arthur Chung Conference Centre.
A couple of months ago, I made a decision to limit my social media engagement.
She walks the streets pushing a trolley. The need for visibility—and with it, sales—propels her to leave the shelter where the vendors have been relocated.
We all know the saying “getting old is a privilege.” Experience shows that it can be a privilege but it can also be terrifying.