Guyana is a country where tensions are brewing and perhaps a playground for criminals. What is unspoken is heard; what is unseen is known, and what keeps the people in bondage appears to be freedom. We are watching a country fall apart, yet some believe that we are becoming whole. However, the bridges that should link and hold us together are broken and the roads that should lead us to our one destiny are damaged or incomplete. The signs of our disintegration are clear.
A kidnapping occurred on September 26th on Main Street. The same street on which the president and prime minister live and where ministries can be found. Yet, Main Street seems to be a central location where criminals are comfortable to steal dreams, maim, kidnap, and kill.
Last week the Cricket Carnival’s Regional Food Festival was held there. During moments of glee and feasting, social, economic, and political status might not matter. Gatherings at the stadium, international artistes, J’ouverts, and costumes all bring temporary relief in the carnival of misery and those in a slumber fall for it every time. Some of the ones who are awake practice escapism.