One of the questions I have been frequently asked is if writing isn’t boring or time consuming.
I love my job. I really do. It’s been a hop, a skip and a jump from Marian Academy’s The Pendance to a one-off publication in the Catholic Standard to this.
By Mariatha Causway Aka Jennifer Thomas I am woman I am built strongly Specifically To ride on the emotional waves Of my love On the tides of child bearing
Every now and again I call on all of us to support our local entertainment industry.
In this little piece of paradise we call Guyana, we hardly depend on the tourism industry yet we have much to offer.
Some people are arguing that there is no longer a Mashramani, not even in the traditional sense of the word.
I would love to know why we really celebrate Mashramani. Ask a school child and he or she will say almost robotically, “Mashramani is a celebration after hard work.” Hard work my –bleep – Is the work done?
Guyanese-born poet, writer and academic David Dabydeen is perhaps one of the most colourful literary artists of his time.
The clarion call for local music to be given its rightful place on radio, television and live shows is a song whose refrain is very well known.
I love Soca music! Absolutely love it! The genre defines my phone’s playlist and I have the energy for it.
Honestly, no one knows the constant battles in my head. There are three personas: I call them Joy, Sadness and Anger, all speaking at the same time; all telling stories and trying to solve puzzles.
I stand with the ones who are disrespected, who are wronged and simply put, tired of it all.
I know I said all of this before, but it really is worth repeating.
The way the season started, I just was not feeling it. Murphy’s Law kicked in and everything that could possibly go wrong did.
The Christmas holidays have always been the best time of year for me and my family.
To the casual observer, I’m probably just a shy kid, who always has his phone in his hands, or his headphones plugged into his ears as he walks—as my friend describes it—like a peacock, head in the air, synchronised steps and seeming to have not a care in the world.
Me, I’m not a sports guy. Not that I hate it: I love playing softball; could slam a few tennis balls; I used to cycle; was great at sprinting and long jumping.
Earlier this week, I sat down with my young cousin helping him study for a literature test.
Let us look at the future of drama in the Guyanese context and reflect on its importance.
The glitz and glamour of the commercialised Christmas sparkles everywhere; trees are going up, streets are filled with pedestrian traffic, shops and stalls are springing up all over and police officers are now on almost every city block downtown.
One of the pluses of being a young writer is that we tend to look at the world in a different way.
There is something awfully sad about the entertainment industry in Guyana. Some people even argue that this industry is non-existent but we do have one; though skewed, it is very present in society.
Remember that BlackBerry craze in 2009? Remember it again in 2011? Well you definitely won’t forget 2013’s rush as everyone with a smartphone signed in this week to download BlackBerry Messenger (BBM) for the Android and iOS.
There are certain careers where one must display professionalism. No, excuse me, in every career one must display professionalism not just to uphold the goodwill of the company they serve, but because of their own integrity and the need to respect those to whom they provide a service.
The University of Guyana (UG) is celebrating its golden anniversary this month. Fifty years and still going strong?