Power drunk

Passion and power; they can both make us a little bit crazy perhaps.

Month of the hammer

Have I really made a difference? Do I make a difference? These days I’m not so sure what I do.

Fancy schmancy

I woke up two days ago to find that the Christmas pepperpot was on “its last”, as my sister would say, and realized that the season just came and went.

Skinny is evil

I saw this line somewhere one day and laughed really hard: “Skinny women are evil.” It took me back years ago to that time when I believed in doing all that was necessary to be slim.

Last lap

I’m watching the final stretch of a race. Some of the athletes look fatigued and drained while others look composed and as fresh as can be.

Welcome home, foreigner!

His body is sprinkled with pink dots, curly hair a damp mess and his breath is coming in short, very exasperated gasps.

The new Scrooge

Every year I have a beginning-of-Christmas-season ritual. At the beginning of November, I wake up early, rush to the radio and wait to hear the first Christmas song.

Necessary Berry

Technology is my best friend. Like, perhaps most of the world, I cannot imagine my life without it.

A little bit of magic

When I was 4, my daddy told me I was his princess and brought me all the classic fairytales I still love.

Poor.com

I do not own a computer or a television. Neither am I one of those people who automatically reach for their pockets or dive into their handbags at the clink!

When it rains…

When it rains I pray that the Demerara River does not overflow into my front yard.

Cricket musings

So the Amazon Conquerors went to South Africa to play in the Championship League and conquered no one.

Can soca find its groove?

Grooovy… Soca? We must admit that we were more than a little intrigued after the launching of Banks Groovy Soca Monarch competition earlier this week.

Culture Box: Plagiarists among us

I once submitted a school assignment minus any citations and watched as my teacher tossed it away, relegating it to a filthy dustbin of a messy classroom.

The power of identity

I am not sure when my preoccupation with my identity began but it has become an integral part of my life.

Culture Box: A toast to my life

I am told that I was born around eight o’clock at the public hospital on a night when two young nurses were on duty along with a doctor a few days from retirement; the child of a man who wasn’t sure whether he wanted a daughter or a son, but was willing to stake money on the baby being a girl.

Did you hear about…?

There is so much good in the worst of us, And so much bad in the best of us, That it hardly becomes any of us To talk about the rest of us.

The lost city

“Oh beautiful Guyana, Oh my lovely, native land…” These are truly patriotic words which force my doubting heart to feel love; love for a land where I must go hiking or look beneath layers of filth to see beauty.

What women want

“The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?’” (Sigmund Freud) And he was a very smart man.

Beauty pageants

I’ve watched my dear friends do it, as well as a sister I earned (long story) and women I feel acquainted with because of the many times I have seen them on stage, but somehow I never had the courage to do it.