Let’s look at our nation along its historical curve. From our formation as a people welded together in the fiery furnace of harsh, back-brukin’ labour on broiling-sun agro-estates, we today struggle to forge the Guyanese way of being.
We came together, an illiterate, undeveloped people, with the whip of the British Massa hanging with menacing meaning over our sun-burnt backs, and joined hardened, tough, gnarled hands to demand self-identity from those who forged us together.
Our nation bonded under this common beginning, forged with