Stabroek Weekend

Straight talk from Minerva

My boyfriend shows no interest in me Dear Minerva, I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for a few months now, but things have changed because one of my old school friends has a huge crush on me and shows me more interest.

Guyana Petroleum Road Map Part 2, Guidepost 5: More on the developmental rationale for the Buxton “Oil-for-Cash” Transfers to Households

Introduction In today’s column I shall continue the effort to offer readers, as careful an assessment as I can of the “reasonings” (developmental rationale), underpinning the Buxton Proposal of “oil-for-cash” transfers to Guyanese households, as the final element of the Guyana’s Petroleum Road Map, as I have been describing it.

They’re off!

On Friday last, 13 political parties submitted lists of candidates to the Elections Commission in a self-nomination process to contest the general and regional elections on March 2.

“Dos” in the air in Guyana

One of the striking things about everyday living in Guyana is the number of foreign accents one encounters here frequently and in parallel the variety of pronunciations of Standard English words in common use by people living here. 

Niccollette Boatswain

‘I refuse to give up’

The tragic stories of teenagers who were both rejected by their families as a result of their HIV positive status are what pushed Dr Niccollette Boatswain to join in the fight against the virus in Guyana.

Sweet Veins of Greed

                                                                  Sweet veins of sugar run deep within our skin Whipped and seared with striations of blood And salt-filled wounds, an indelible record Written on our backs A dark ink that runs through time Straight from our fore-parents’ pain History is not a past tense but a well-remembered thing Of toil and terror that bleeds into the present hours And addresses our soul with stories of monied greed That dripped from light, sugar-sweetened skins Those that clamped the chains, those that cracked the whips To brutish laughter and are risen yet again To entrap with new stories of gluttony and greed Wearing their thin disguise, wearing their blackened sheen That drills down through layers and layers of time To claim sweet veins of oil that rest unworried in the core beneath And we who once were hurt and who once felt the pain Have learned to profit from the loss And to profit from the gain And the massa-day avarice we once condemned and blamed We see in the mirror now garbed in full length And caught in full embrace of the very greed Of the very sweetened deals Now that we have signed our name Here on this dotted line that pushes past the past That pushes past the pain To reveal the grins, the skin-teeth open mouths Of the shiny, oil-slickened beings That we have become -Ryhaan Shah

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