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.
Guest column by Durwin Humphrey* In Guyana and across the Caribbean, many Non-Governmental Organisations (NGOs) are dying because they cannot generate enough funds to support the work they do.
Sometimes it is difficult to be positive in a society where tragic events occur regularly.
A few months ago, I wrote about poor customer service. Not much has changed.
Some believe that children should only be born within the confines of conventional marriage.
“Thief! Thief!” As a child, you dreaded hearing those words, especially in the stillness of the night.
The thought that loved ones and ultimately each of us will one-day leave this life is unsettling for many people.
I had never known a Guyanese had won a medal at the Olympics until I learned that Michael Parris did it in 1980, when he won a bronze for Boxing.
The first time I was confronted with the reality of child sexual abuse was during my early teens.
While growing up, Emancipation Day was one of highlights of my life. Every July 31st, the anticipation for the libation and other cultural expressions, such as the music, dance, poetry and drama, made me wish that time would go faster.
For years, many Guyanese living at home have had the idea that migrating to places like the United States, Canada and the United Kingdom would catapult them into a position of ease, where all their struggles would disappear.
Most of us are locked into Instagram, Twitter, Facebook or other social media platforms.
I was accused of dancing with the devil a few days ago after a post on social Facebook: “My enlightenment began at age 17 when I started reading books written by scholars of African descent.
When I attended primary school, I remember those who were classified as the “dunce” children.
I was having a conversation with someone recently who relayed that a woman she knew was complaining about having “seven jumbies” attached to her.
I was dreading the process of getting my passport renewed since the beginning of this year.
Common sense tells us that the warmer the climate, less clothing is practical while the colder the climate the more.
I am one of those people who believe that once two people are adults and are drawn to each other, they have every right to be together.
I overheard an interesting conversation this week. One woman was relating to another that she had intentions to “juk up” another woman if the she did not leave her significant other alone.
I was waiting for the tears to flow as I watched the flag rise on Wednesday night.
Buried Voices Blood runs in the street Silent voices of my brothers sound Wailing mothers do weepGuns sing triumphant songs For the law no regard Justice, why do you sleep?
“Cuss wheh ya guh, nah wheh yuh come from.” That is a saying I grew up hearing.
In our lifetime, we will see thousands of faces. Facial expressions can give hints about what troubles the heart and what makes it happy.
I was in my teens when I made a vow that if I were ever in a relationship with a man and he hit me one time, there would be no forgiveness.
It is no secret that groups of elders in many societies are afflicted by a number of issues, such as health problems, financial woes and loneliness.
He had tears in his eyes and a look of desperation on his face; a boy I encountered on a street in Georgetown a few weeks ago.
Some of the streets to enter Annandale from Buxton, on the East Coast of Demerara, are blocked and bridges have been removed.