Guyana’s shame is no longer subtle. No longer can we hide in the shadows wearing masks masquerading as what we are trying to be as a country. The secret is out that danger lurks here. The threats are not imagined on these fragile grounds we stand.
There has been no period of absolute peace and harmony in Guyana. For even in our most peaceful times, the disgruntled would let their murmurs and shouts be heard. The politics that has choked us since independence has stupefied too many of us and has allowed us to be in a constant state of divide while our conquering continues. Though the hands of our past colonisers may have appeared to be removed from our necks when we raised our flag, the seeds they planted blossomed and still bloom and we are culpable in our own undoing.
How can we feel at peace when the breakdown of law and order is evident? Slowly creeping up on us are crimes like kidnappings. We shudder when we imagine where Guyana’s missing people may be. Dark holes where secrets are buried, we may never know. We shudder to think what a society like ours will look like if there is no intervention to stop this.
