So It Go

For a few dollars

Essequibo busman Kass, who drove one of the big buses on the Essequibo route when I was going to school in Georgetown, was fond of playing a game with passengers who would disembark after a trip and come around to the front of the bus to pay Kass their fare and get any change owing. 

End the fireworks trauma

In the wake of recent Diwali celebrations here, one is reminded of the frequent calls to ban fireworks at such times because of the widespread terror they generate among the various animals we have as house pets in Guyana.

Essequibo Bus Man Kas

As a young man in West Dem, Guyana, living at Vreed-en-Hoop, going to Saints Stanislaus on a scholarship, I made many trips to my father’s farm in the Pomeroon, sometimes by train, sometimes by bus, linking up with the ferry to Adventure, and then by bus to Charity, and boat to the farm. 

Differences from change

One of the most powerful influences in our culture operate on folks like me who are involved, whether we like it or not, with the various shifts that come about from time to time, some as reaction, some as possibilities, or suggestions for possibilities. 

Giving Thanks

Some things you need to speak about more than once.  Hence this column today in SO IT GO, which ran many months ago in this space Stabroek News has generously given me a long time now to vent my feelings.

Directions

A column in this vein appeared previously in this spot in the hope it might propel others to contribute to the subject.

A total joy

Okay.  Going in, today I’m speaking up for Pit Bull dogs everywhere who have been labelled as dangerous  creatures given to indiscriminate biting of persons close to them. 

Gov

For several days recently, I have been in somewhat of a daze and even mourning for the passing of a long-time friend, Jerry Gouveia, former athlete, hunter, fisherman, etc.

Ban That

It happen here a lil while back, in the middle of we MASH We ban some calypso outright friend, no more airplay, one lash But why they pick on kaiso man, I just don’t understand There are more important things now we should ban   The civil servant with a fancy house taking bribe left and right Ban that, immediately yes, ban that Some gutters up in Albouystown that block up day and night Ban that, oh yes, no argument, ban that And the ones that we have driving, drunk on vodka, rum or gin If you want to ban, right away, with that crowd, let’s begin Ban all the corruption, and the poor construction, look around and you’ll see Like pot holes in the road, ban that now.

Green Gem

Going in, although this is the traditional Sunday space in Stabroek News for my SO IT GO column, I am operating merely as a conduit this week for my wife Annette and her very focused work as an environmentalist.as

Guyanese Boy

I’m a typical case, I ain’t come to boast Living with my wife in her casa East Coast Pretty bungalow; two mango tree Three dogs – Peppa, Jet and Choo And if you ask me the best, ah not sure who They each got their smartness, each got their way It depends if they’re hungry and what time of day   My mother said, “In life there’ll be times when the tides are high And the boat will be rocking as you try, just never give up, never give up It’s hard to believe but you gotta believe To achieve whatever you need to achieve, just never give up, never give up.

Tradewinds in the Making

Looking back on the story of the emergence of my Tradewinds band in Caribbean music, it is interesting that I did not have any burning desire to be a professional musician when I migrated from Guyana to Toronto, Canada, in the early 1950s.

IN DIS TIME

We’re facing in the world now what we never faced before These days it’s steady worries, left and right You have to cover up your face, and don’t shake people hand And no crowds anywhere at all… that’s right.

Mangling the language

Several weeks back, on a flight from Miami to Toronto, I ended up chatting with a Jamaican about the painful and often unintentionally humourous mangling of the English language that we see these days. 

Thorns and Roses – Homage to my mother, Zepherina Martins

In the course of doing my column recently, I was reflecting on our tendency to see Guyana only through a negative lens, and I remembered a time in 2008, when I was living in Cayman, and had an exchange with a close Guyanese friend, George Jardim, living in America, who had sent me a couple emails on some matter in Guyana.

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