yana’s life support machine beeps and the blood pressure of citizens rises. In worried places, people are threatened with homelessness as their homes are destroyed by wind, rain and unfortunately sometimes by their fellow human beings. The suffering of those in Success, East Coast Demerara seems to only pause for seconds and there are many reminders there that the poorer of this fastest growing economy are not first class citizens of this nation.
The sacrifices of our ancestors seem insignificant when we are faced with such hardships. Did they not walk off the plantations so we could run? Was their dream that oppression not plague their descendants? Did they not secure plots so that their children would never long for a place to call their own? How can we have so much unoccupied lands and Guyanese still be wanting for land and having to pay for a place where they were born free?
The “prime lands” where people are paying millions of dollars are not places where the average Guyanese will construct homes or rest their feet, but the least that can be said is that all the citizens of this nation have a permanent comfortable place which belongs to them. The rules we have created for ourselves feeds the disparities of who gets, who waits and who will never see.