Mosa Telford

Most Guyanese know the name Baby Arthur.  His given name was Hubert Headley.

Just around 7am last Sunday, the dreaded blackout arrived in parts of Georgetown.

Diwali is an opportunity for introspection–we must think about what we are doing for the betterment of our community and what part are we playing in the narrative of good over evil, light over darkness, knowledge over ignorance and hope over despair.

Last Sunday, I attended the Guyana Coconut Festival, which was organised by the Ministry of Business and held at the Arthur Chung Conference Centre.

A couple of months ago, I made a decision to limit my social media engagement.

She walks the streets pushing a trolley. The need for visibility—and with it, sales—propels her to leave the shelter where the vendors have been relocated.

We all know the saying “getting old is a privilege.” Experience shows that it can be a privilege but it can also be terrifying.

Guest column by Durwin Humphrey* In Guyana and across the Caribbean, many Non-Governmental Organisations (NGOs) are dying because they cannot generate enough funds to support the work they do.

Sometimes it is difficult to be positive in a society where tragic events occur regularly.

A few months ago, I wrote about poor customer service. Not much has changed.

Some believe that children should only be born within the confines of conventional marriage.

“Thief! Thief!”   As a child, you dreaded hearing those words, especially in the stillness of the night.

The thought that loved ones and ultimately each of us will one-day leave this life is unsettling for many people.

I had never known a Guyanese had won a medal at the Olympics until I learned that Michael Parris did it in 1980, when he won a bronze for Boxing.

The first time I was confronted with the reality of child sexual abuse was during my early teens.

While growing up, Emancipation Day was one of highlights of my life.

For years, many Guyanese living at home have had the idea that migrating to places like the United States, Canada and the United Kingdom would catapult them into a position of ease, where all their struggles would disappear.

Most of us are locked into Instagram, Twitter, Facebook or other social media platforms.

I was accused of dancing with the devil a few days ago after a post on social Facebook: “My enlightenment began at age 17 when I started reading books written by scholars of African descent.

When I attended primary school, I remember those who were classified as the “dunce” children.