Culture Box

I’ve read some of the early reviews of Link Show 27 and while I agree with some of it, I’m also wondering whether I went to a different show.

I’m looking forward to the Tennis Roll Squad taking on the Souse 11.

Several years ago, when my partner and I moved into our new home, all went well until that night, two months later when she began to snore.

Sojourner Truth once famously asked this question, “Ain’t I a woman?”

I can’t decide whether the fact that there will be no Carib Soca Monarch competition this year is a good thing or a bad thing.

Passion and power; they can both make us a little bit crazy perhaps.

Have I really made a difference? Do I make a difference?

I woke up two days ago to find that the Christmas pepperpot was on “its last”, as my sister would say, and realized that the season just came and went.

I saw this line somewhere one day and laughed really hard: “Skinny women are evil.”

I’m watching the final stretch of a race. Some of the athletes look fatigued and drained while others look composed and as fresh as can be.

His body is sprinkled with pink dots, curly hair a damp mess and his breath is coming in short, very exasperated gasps.

Every year I have a beginning-of-Christmas-season ritual. At the beginning of November, I wake up early, rush to the radio and wait to hear the first Christmas song.

Technology is my best friend. Like, perhaps most of the world, I cannot imagine my life without it.

When I was 4, my daddy told me I was his princess and brought me all the classic fairytales I still love.

I do not own a computer or a television. Neither am I one of those people who automatically reach for their pockets or dive into their handbags at the clink!

When it rains I pray that the Demerara River does not overflow into my front yard.

So the Amazon Conquerors went to South Africa to play in the Championship League and conquered no one.

Grooovy… Soca? We must admit that we were more than a little intrigued after the launching of Banks Groovy Soca Monarch competition earlier this week.

I once submitted a school assignment minus any citations and watched as my teacher tossed it away, relegating it to a filthy dustbin of a messy classroom.

I am not sure when my preoccupation with my identity began but it has become an integral part of my life.