Are we forgetting the ‘big truck’?

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.

We are in so much trouble

Earlier this week, we celebrated Phagwah. Phagwah is a Hindu festival of colours and celebrates good over evil and the beginning of Spring.

We are survivors

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.

Abuse is Abuse

This week a woman humiliated a popular Disc Jockey who goes by the name DJ Magnum.

Too much talk

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.

The security guards deserve better

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.

Reflections and Hope

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.

A season of drama

Since its return in 2011 the National Drama Festival has helped to develop and expose the talent of many young people.

Save a little

We are in a season where the cries of Guyanese at home and even some abroad have become constant.

Was independence enough?

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.

What next?

The average Guyanese will probably not pry into every detail of the budget.

Trying times

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.

Not a festival of noise

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.

Coconuts and KFC

Last Sunday, I attended the Guyana Coconut Festival, which was organised by the Ministry of Business and held at the Arthur Chung Conference Centre.

The struggle for an honest living

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.

A time for seniors

We all know the saying “getting old is a privilege.” Experience shows that it can be a privilege but it can also be terrifying.

Achieving NGO sustainability

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.


“Thief! Thief!”   As a child, you dreaded hearing those words, especially in the stillness of the night.

Too soon

The thought that loved ones and ultimately each of us will one-day leave this life is unsettling for many people.

What dreams are made of

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.


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.

Untold Struggles

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.

Dancing with the devil

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.

Jumbie story

I was having a conversation with someone recently who relayed that a woman she knew was complaining about having “seven jumbies” attached to her.

The other woman isn’t the problem

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.

Blood on the land

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?


In our lifetime, we will see thousands of faces. Facial expressions can give hints about what troubles the heart and what makes it happy.

Our elders

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.

Save the children

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.

Sad reminders

Some of the streets to enter Annandale from Buxton, on the East Coast of Demerara, are blocked and bridges have been removed.