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.
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.
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.
When I attended primary school, I remember those who were classified as the “dunce” children.
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.
“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.