Mosa Telford

There was pandemonium at the National Park last Saturday morning. The ‘Baderation’ concert was one of the events hosted by Hits and Jams Entertainment during our 56th Independence celebrations.

At 56 Guyana is like a beautiful woman dancing on stilts for the world.

Last week I highlighted the challenges producers have been experiencing in trying to rent the National Cultural Centre.

Many Guyanese believe that the arts and culture are an afterthought for government and not respected as other disciplines.

Guyanese women sometimes end up in cold, dark, shallow places, where earthworms whisper and maggots’ feast.

Earlier this month, the Mandela to Eccles four lane highway was opened.

Standing outside the Regional Administrative Office in Mabaruma, Region One, on hot and rainy mornings are Venezuelans.

This week I had the privilege of traveling across the Rupununi.

Daily we are greeted by shocking headlines telling us about the gore and social issues.

The cries of Guyanese are often unheard. Doubts become muffled screams when the victims of this society’s dysfunction are ignored.

In this so-called ‘Little Dubai’ gas prices are rising and so are the people’s blood pressure and frustrations.

In observance of International Women’s Day (IWD), the Ministry of Education allowed schoolgirls and female teachers to wear any hairstyle they chose.

Many believe that the COVID-19 pandemic is nearing its end; that the virus is entering an endemic phase.

The curfew ended in time for the 52nd Republic anniversary. There were crowds at the stadium, the National Park and other venues as people cavorted like social distancing rules never existed.

A conference and expo of aspirations and projections was held at the Marriott Hotel this week.

The hashtag #guyanaisnotarealplace is a coping mechanism. Humour often replaces the disappointment and hopelessness we feel when certain shocking events occur.

According to data from the United Nations, one of every two Guyanese women between the ages of 16 and 64 has experienced intimate partner violence at least once in their lives.

Many Guyanese live in a world of make-believe. We stand on the periphery of possibilities, daydreaming about what we will become while trying to ignore what we are.

Pages continue to be added to the book on ‘how to get away with murder in Guyana’.

If we never stand for anything, maggots will be burrowing into our flesh before we realize we should have lived.