Archive for February, 2012

Husband Day Care Center in Trinidad

Husband Day Care Center in Trinidad


INTENSIVE SCARES UNIT                            02 12 2012


Valentine is the time for giving; the gift must not be outcome oriented but pleasant, plural and palatable.  GT peeps like to scramble at the last minute and pick-up something last minute and synthetic and expect it to work.  The ideal gift must be both beneficial to the giver as it is to the receiver but these last two or three years in the midst of this global economic crisis I have been getting some intensive scares in the homes and units of some of my brethren and countrymen.  Things are getting chaotic and more chaotic in this no-fault divorce arena.

There was a time when I used to think that the more you give, the more you will get.  Nope.  Some people have made it a job to be dissatisfied and to divest themselves, when the masculine half rules the roost.  In other words the man may be wearing the pants but the woman wearing the buckta.  Five hours into a scrubby wedding, I got a rude awakening; I got an intensive scare as the wife took the microphone and proceeded to speak.  This is the second time in my 59 years experience I have ever seen wife take mike and thank guests for the gifts and participation. Continue reading


COUSIN BABA LAID TO REST                     02 102012


A tale of rags to riches does not necessarily tell the holistic and whole truth of the life and times of entrepreneur and philanthropist Angela Una Daly, 86 who died on January 21, 2012, and was buried recently in Linden, New Jersey USA.

Standing room only as relatives and friends, some known and unknown…before work and after work, in uniform and others in slacks wiped away tears and fears. There were musical and oral tributes…… each ideal, each different but collaterally, alike.  Still others brought flasks of beverages, platters of food and new wine in old wine skins.  Parking was at a premium and high occupancy vehicles were directed to higher ground;   some came from far and some came from near; some were black and others were white; some were straight and quite others were gay.  They all assembled and pondered their own purpose in life.  Cousin Baba embraced a curriculum of inclusion and was everything to everyone, every time, everywhere; that is the genesis and summary of her life. Continue reading

Guyanese sworn in as a Judge in New York

Guyanese sworn in as a Judge in New York

Judge Pam Packman- Brown being sworn in by Judge Fern Fish

Demerara Waves – February 10, 2011

Guyanese Pam Jackman – Brown , of Springlands  Corentyne was on January 27 sworn in as a Judge in the Queens Supreme Court in NewYork , becoming one of the few women to be so elected .She was nominated following elections for the post in November last year. She will preside over criminal matters. Continue reading


GT SLIPPING INTO DARKNESS              02 10 2012


In the pre-run up to Mashramani one of Guyana’s most accomplished and decorated pan men, Roy Geddes had to kick and bite without screaming to ward off a bandit in his own home and front yard.  Last year veteran finger-panist Rudy Bishop was relieved of some G 6million TOWELS when he returned home for a brief holiday.  How come no Chutney exponent don’t get muscled, choke-and- robbed in multi-ethnic, multi-racial, multi-drugs and a multitude of bandits sussing you out eh?   GT in darkness overhead and overnight and the PPP are overheard listening in total silence and overlooking the cries of the people in overdrive.  No respect for the veterans and gatekeepers of the culture.  Is anybody home? Continue reading


BATS AND BATAHAAS GALORE                         02 08 2012


The biggest small industry now in GT is recycling cardboard.  Bats and Batahaas have moved away from pan handling and hustling around the markets to scrambling any piece of cardboard, water tank, metal or old tyres.  These products fetch high prices on the world market and in the absence of traditional jobs; Guyanese of every ethnic stripe, ethnicity, age, race, political affiliation sexual orientation or preferences are getting into the junkie business.

Ten years ago, displaced public servants, technicians and artisans would commute daily to Georgetown and migrate to the car parks as bats and batahaas.  Not now; things change.  Forgive me for not saying exactly what a bat is and how they can double or juxtapose between the two labels. Continue reading


WHICH WAY YOU’RE GOING BILLY?                   02 07 2012


My best recollections of Mashramani celebrations were during the first MASH in February 1970, dancing to the strains of ‘Nona Permaul and the Playboys’ at Rollo Young’s ‘CLUB-65’ in Buxton.   I can recall the dashiki outfit and the anxiety about buying my own beer and spitting back in the bottle to conserve.  Nothing has changed.  And so I just want to reflect and genuflect about expectations and boog-a-loos politicians promise and end up with cat-boil.

The song that incentivized me and had me going round and round and begging for a next dance is hardly known to most people unless you are my age.  Up to this day, I have a thing about the song and it still reverberates in my head 42 years later; it is more a question…WHICH WAY YOU’RE GOING BILLY by the ‘Poppy Family.’ (First released in 1969).  A lot a lot a people cannot answer this question don’t matter who ask them and how they ask them.  Continue reading

To My Old Master – Letter

To My Old Master – Letter

In August of 1865, a Colonel P.H. Anderson of Big Spring, Tennessee, wrote to his former slave, Jourdon Anderson, and requested that he come back to work on his farm. Jourdon — who, since being emancipated, had moved to Ohio, found paid work, and was now supporting his family — responded spectacularly by way of the letter seen below (a letter which, according to newspapers at the time, he dictated).
Rather than quote the numerous highlights in this letter, I’ll simply leave you to enjoy it. Do make sure you read to the end.


Dayton, Ohio,

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance. Continue reading


HURT AND RESCUE TO THE RESCUE                    02 04 2012


The argument has been posited in some quarters that previous government organizations in Guyana were essentially welfare disbursement agencies in disguise.

Recent floods are disproving this argument because the farmers have no place or policy or program to fall back on.  Redeeming their glory, efforts and lifestyles is bringing out the worst among the best of us.  The farmers are blocking roads, burning tyres and refusing to disperse showing the police what a united population can do.  They are that hurt because the government has destroyed the agencies that traditionally brought help, money and infrastructure to ensure that continued growth and development.   Those agencies took them from despair and disdain to a platform of democracy and development. Continue reading


WATER MORE THAN CORN FLOUR                   02 02 2012


It takes a very un-common wisdom, foresight and an appetite for coexistence to manage the land of many waters, Guyana.  The name and meaning suggests in its portfolio and trajectory that the administration has to be up to speed and do not feel surprised and overwhelmed when a lil-bit-a-rain falls.

The Jagdeo/Ramotar government have not been learning from the pain and suffering of the people, especially in the barrios where their supporters live.  The bottom houses, even though extravagant, are not big enough to store the tons of cash crops that had to be reaped prematurely because of the leaking skies.  Worse, they cannot find willing hands to harvest the eschallots, bora, baigon, callaloo et al that support lifestyles in the Cane Grove/Mahaica delta.  Continue reading