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The bus man jumping over a cliff with everybody else..

The bus was almost empty and I jump in. Music was low but the lyrics of man asking woman to take off her clothes and talk about the thing underneath the skirt and so on. There were two girls at the back of the bus, the conductor, an older woman, me. Earlier that day, I saw an 11 or 12 year old girl on the road. Four men working on a house nearby started calling her off.. wanting to marry her etc. It was sickening to listen to.. this is Guyana's heterosexual morality and paradise which the pastors and priests want to preserve. First time in my life I ever did anything like this, and I went up to them to ask them if they know her age, if she is not their sister, and why they don't find a woman their size who could call them back.  They kept laughing.. arite Uncle arit Uncle, yall gah fuh fin a 'old woman'.. I ask the bus man to change the music.. and he said arite arite and then say the radio on. I ask him why he has to keep playing the music .. he said that is what t

Kabhi Kabhi, cane juice and a quarter of a Viagra substitute...

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Thursday I join the car at the Berbice Car Park. It was an oldish car, and 98.1 FM playing so I think I safe and I would not have to argue for my right to hear coolie music (not Indian music like Raaga and Sitar and so on.. but nice coolie music).. So the car start out - is de driver, de rasta man in the front seat (well everybody call him rasta man) and he put on his MP3 player and listen he own music.., and in the back seat me and an oldish looking Muslim man (well he wearing a Kufi, so I assume.. but then if I was wearing a dress, I still would not be a woman) and a young guy wid a cell phone wid de zero not working. So we go through Kitty to pick up two of Rasta Man bag and then the driver mek a wrong turn in Kitty.. Rasta Man seh.. hey hey. .ah hope you not sleeping. Driver seh nah man.. I  arite.. I hope he arite too So we heading up Berbice, breeze nice, and is bam 230pm and den 98.1 bus out de oldies coolie tune and meh favourite .."Tere chehre Se .. from Kabhi K

Beef, alcohol and homosexuality...

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Beef Most Hindus around the world do not eat beef, and have an abhorrence of any contact with beef; some do not eat pork and others are vegeterian. Vegeterianism is a Hindu ideal.. and one which I hope to ascribe to someday. Last year while helping out at the wonderful Wildlife Festival in the Rupununi, I found myself in the 'kitchen' as I always do, helping out (or being helped out since there was a need to ensure diplomacy and tact in that offering the help did not mean that the manager was incapable of managing). So, beef was on the menu, and farine or bread. And I found myself standing up, tall in a place with many people who are not so tall with a hunk of beef over my head and the juices dripping on me.. So I managed my morals and said okay, I will help out by not serving the beef, but by serving the other things and that I would ensure that my head did not bounce into the hunk of beef above me. One of my Hindu friends was shocked that I would even be near it and s

Lemon grass tea, rain and Madame Bovary...

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