Think on That

The novel coronavirus disease is a threat regardless of ethnicity, sexual orientation, social class, profession or religion.

Disturbing occurrences like the interracial conflicts of the 1960s, the Rupununi rebellion, the assassination of Walter Rodney, local terrorism in the form of massacres and assassinations, systematic oppression, the drug trade and corruption in government are all part of Guyana’s history.

There has been much speculation about the events that followed the March 2nd general elections.

‘I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings’ is an autobiography by the late Maya Angelou describing her early life.

Children can astonish and inspire us with their insight. When unspoiled by the inevitable afflictions of life, they are a reflection of the divine within all of us.

A short trip downtown the day after the curfew was implemented a couple of weeks ago, was gloomy.

This week the voices calling for a lockdown in Guyana because of COVID-19 multiplied.

Many are calling for a lockdown in Guyana due to COVID-19.

Thoughts about the end of the world have troubled my mind over the last couple of weeks.

In this post-elections drama, the sheets feel cold as restless nights and tension grip us.

Taxi drivers are some of the most interesting people to talk with.

For many years there have been numerous complaints against Republic Bank (Guyana) Ltd.

No one should be afraid to openly support the political party of their choice.

Conspiracy theorists believe that many of humanity’s troubles are coordinated by a group of elites who run the world.

The release and wide distribution of videos involving sexual activity on social media has become somewhat of a norm in Guyana.

Temporary rifts are instigated by factors like distrust stemming from history and prejudice; promises that have been unfulfilled and loyalty embedded in skin.

I have never obsessively compared myself to other women. Since my teenage years, I have never been interested in conforming to the accepted beauty standards.

In our youth most of us are eager to grow older.

The macabre results of Guyana’s vehicular accidents have created enough trauma to impact a few generations.

In the midst of the bustle along Regent Street in this season of abundance and overindulgence, an old woman stood on the pavement and pleaded, “Please for a help.”