“Only the pillow can tell how many tears I shed. It has not been easy you know but I would not give up and even though they pay late and the money is small I bless God for it.
“Yes so…,” and then she was silent for a few seconds, or longer.
“Mother’s Day is always a struggle for me because people believe I am not a mother.
“I can’t sit down. I just have to get up, I have to get up and get.
The first column on January 29, featured the experience of a battered woman’s struggle in dealing with a system that is not friendly towards women like her and dealing with her husband whose only intent is for her to return to their matrimonial home.
She looks anxiously at her wristwatch before she begins to speak. That anxious check was to ensure she would have enough time to foot it back to her job, where she earns a meagre salary, but performs with commitment even during difficult days.
It is the dream of many to own their own home and in Guyana this often entails purchasing a piece of land first through the Central Housing and Planning Authority (CH&PA), a process that in itself can be a struggle.
Some people tend to look like they belong in certain professions. Tonya is one such; her look spells teacher and that has been her career for 16 years.
She wrung her hands and the tears she had been fighting began to flow down her cheeks; her emotional pain was almost tangible.
Her day starts at 5 am and the early hours are filled with the rush of preparing herself for work and her daughter for school; once she leaves work at 4 pm, she bolts home to help her daughter with homework before rushing off to her night job from 6 pm to 2.30 am.
Today we begin a series which focuses exclusively on the raw experiences of women all across the country.