Culture Box

Orville Richard Burrell better known as ‘Shaggy’ is set to take to the local stage once again and he is sure to have crowd support even though he has not released anything new recently.

So there I was, squashed in the back seat of a car among colleagues and friends decked out in their 12-inch shorts while I wore knee-length khakis.

Our word of the day is ‘quirk.’ Today we shall examine particularly the quirks couples share.

Some days, I sit and wonder about the future. Not my future which is much pretty certain, but the future of this country which I call home and fortunately or unfortunately still call home.

I like Amy Winehouse.  I’ve always liked her even on the days when she was the most talked about singer hooked on a crack pipe.

He wears a chain of dark brown beads. His hair is pulled back in a neat ponytail.

At this hour of the day even the shade of a scrawly (Guyanese word), holey umbrella is welcoming.

Why didn’t I see Kes and his band at the Hotel Tower?

There was some sort of music blaring in the background. I’ve never been good with music so I can’t really remember what it was.

Where I live, I can hear the Demerara River and see her waves flash gold in the early morning sun as I curl up with an e-book in my hammock.

I’m wondering how many people out there have a hip, cool mother who talks down tattoos and blames alcohol for many ills in society but has been inked and drinks anyway.

It would seem that the hip, new thing for young women to do when they go to shows and parties is smoke weed.

It was one of the few Mondays when I didn’t have to deal with the annoying traffic on King Street.

Aaaaaaaahhhhh! In case you’re wondering that’s my version of a sigh.

Growing up I stole burnt sugarcane from the fields in the backlands of our village.

It only recently struck me how important cricket is to us as a people and what a vital element of survival it is for some; and I couldn’t help but write this piece to share the fever that runs through our office whenever the game is on.

I went to see my doctor on Thursday morning. He laughed and laughed and laughed at me.

Someone asked me just the other day why it was that when people could not have something they wanted it and then when they had it, they no longer wanted it.

One day soon I expect an enraged minibus conductor to come in search of me.

Lately I found myself telling people that I’m on a spiritual journey; some laugh and others want a deeper explanation.