Stabroek Weekend

By Nikita Blair In early February, while attending the Commonwealth Writers’ Workshop at Moray House, I was introduced to Nalo Hopkinson’s work.

The role of Oliver Samuels in Jamaican theatre and his influence on Caribbean theatre are worth noting.

There’s a montage sequence in Gavin O’Connor’s “The Way Back” that presents a fascinating distillation of alcoholism.

“I help out because there comes a time when we all need help and I am just doing my part even though I must tell you it is very hard, but I try,” she said almost breathlessly.

Death is often a sore subject and one that adults like to avoid talking about.

I’ve always enjoyed the sweet taste of fruits but lately I have been consuming them more than ever.

In a statement last week, the WPA accused the new PPP government, in office for only a month, of already creating a criminal state, establishing racial insecurity and animosity, dismissing “hundreds” of Afro-Guyanese, winking at Indian Guyanese men beating women and children in the public square and seeking sexual favours.

Seamus Heaney, the great Irish poet, whose marvelous collection of essays The Redress of Poetry I like to re-read, wrote that W.H.

Introduction Last week’s column continued my examination of the likely impact of the 2020 global general crisis on crude oil prices in world markets this year; and, following that, on the price obtained for Guyana’s Liza crude, as reflected in the price received for Government of Guyana, GoG, petroleum lifts, earned through its Production Sharing Agreement, PSA, with ExxonMobil and its partners.

When Guyana defeated the Bahamas 6-0 at last month’s 2020 International Chess Federation Online Olympiad, it signalled a boost in chess for our nation although we failed to proceed to a further qualifying round.

When last did you have Fish Choka? Or should I ask, have you ever had Fish Choka?

This story has been published as part of “Mercury”, a project led by InfoAmazonia in partnership with Stabroek News and outlets from several countries, including TV Globo (Brazil) and Armando Info (Venezuela).

By Jamella Chesney  when the Matriarch dies She takes with Her the breath of the house   She takes with Her a generation a history a truth   She was a movement She mothered the village and fathered the farm   farewell to the voice that scolded the child  and consoled the broken farewell to the recipes i never cared to learn the stories She never told me   as i held Her in the final hour She had already gone cold the angels had gathered round stillness befell Her aura   then there were the cries guttural wails piercing the saturday sky like the horn of a ship with a broken compass pleading for a light in the horizon Her daughters held each other as if in utero as if muscle memory because now the cord hangs loose the branches become roots   the men draw words on the ground with their eyes the children panic   the light which had guided them beckons the Mother ship to the unearthly plains   when the Matriarch dies She leaves her trauma with a shattered lineage   as they wrapped Her in clean, white sheets Her rocking chair swayed in the breeze in the verandah overlooking the village that birthed Her   Dedicated to my dear granny, Cilene English nee Simon (3rd September, 1944 – 12th October, 2019)

Born and raised in Georgetown, Guyana, Jamella Chesney has been a lifelong writer and storyteller.

Sarah (not her real name), a teenager, was removed from her home by the Childcare and Protection Agency (C&PA) after she was sexually molested.

Caribbean theatre began to experience very fundamental changes, formal developments, diversification, and other advancements from the end of the 1960s and through the 1970s.

“I don’t say anything but to tell you the truth sometimes I can’t describe the pain, it hurts me bad.

Alcohol consumption, Netflix subscriptions and online shopping have all skyrocketed since the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic.

If viewed as an allegory, or as a film with any philosophical profundities to offer about the world, “The Burnt Orange Heresy” seems to collapse before our eyes.

Chess playing on a high level requires a certain type of mind – though exactly what kind the psychologists have not yet determined.