Thoughts of a minibus traveller

I had to find a way to get attention to the cooler of creamsicle, fudgicle and popsicle so I was shouting "Popsicle, Fudgicle, Creamsicle" above the music.. and a girl said... oh my gosh, you were here last year doing the same thing! I said, you must be mad, me , two years in a row, same place.... no way.. But, less creamsicle and fudgicle and popsicle sold this year.. are the students not eating as much ice cream as before? Prices have not risen much though one of the just recent old students said that since VAT things at Bishops' food sales seem to have just gone up. I opened the scrabble board around 12:30 and the first game was with two students, one of whom after taking the tiles said he did not know to play. Andrea had said we cannot use the nice art room tables which the Chapters send , so we dusted down some of the old tables. Another guy came and took his tile, and then another guy came and said.. Can I help them? .. I said no problem. This new guy then s...

The sun was hot bad even though was almost 5pm. Breeze nice, tide nice, it going out. Clear sky means it will be a great sunset, and it is. The moon is rising and reflects the orange of the sunset. I cant make it back the two mile run, but I am glad to be out here, to see this. I start doing the yoga on the nasty beach, feel like it. Not going to be barefoot though, glass on the beach. So it got me in my nice boots doing yoga, I already lampy pampy so the balance is even more weird to keep on the sand, I keep tumbling over. Funny, I told a woman today i need balance in my life. But it was good, nice breeze. Then I hear a man say.. Aye, long time I aint see yuh, .. and I turn, and thought oh lord, this is going to be rum shop talk now. He say.. you want gum, I going and get some, I say no no.. but breeze nice, sun setting and i did not do the rude thing.. like say 'you aint see i trying ot acheive my balance here".. but I think the man musse tink I looking stupid and saving...

Motorcycle Diaries is a beautiful film.. and the story is a good one, young Ernesto Che Guevara going around the Americas and meeting with different people, the journey at the end of which he is reputed to have said "Por lo menos no soy el mismo yo del anterior" - I am not me anymore, at least I am not the same me I was" So I get to thinking through of 'me' and changing, from this morning waking up thinking I want to stay in bed but the workshop is calling and feeling the nervousness that I would not do it well. And then starting a process to withdraw from a volunteer assignment at AIDS 2010 but which backfired during the day since the replacement is not easy to find and I can't make another enemy.  I think the Universe is saying haul your backside there, because another email says, the apartment in Budapest is going to be ready for you. A woman told me of the joy she had while she trained a group of people in computer usage.. training is like that and t...

I told my friend about the feelings of wanting to die and he sent me the youtube links to Nina Simone singing Mississippi Goddam and Ain'T Got No - I Got Life . I am reminded of real struggles and people who dont give up and feel ashamed ,but reminders of other struggles in other times and thinking of what I am fighting. Tonight I walked from home to Sidewalk, west along the seawall, a bit of sunset, some on the mud flats of the low tide. It was spontaneous decision, just to try to move and stop my mind a bit. I do not know if it is linked, these feelings of fear that I am not going to win, at the same time that I have about 20 new things which are happpening at the same time - new ideas, new projects which are pushing boundaries. The feelings of fear and uselessness are sometimes supposed to be the limiting factors when taking on new risks, so at this time, things must be multiplied hundred fold as I feel that I am managing different things which are not going the way I expect...

Oy (phonetic oy as in b-oy) have come 'ere fruhm Bah'bayduhz to talk to some people about how to win elections. Oy am not tay'in' money fruhm hanyone since oy am a patriot and we in Bah'bayduhz are feh' up wi' Goyanese who are fleeing Goyana an' coming 'ere to steal our jobs , beg on the streets, steal our men, steal our money, burn our stomachs wi' spicy curry an' fatten us wi' roti. Oy am aware dat dere are Goyanese who look like us but once dey keep dere mouth shut, de' we do noh' have a problem wi' acceptin' dehmm' amongst us. So it is moy patrio'ic duty to report on de findings. Furst of hall, oy 'ave found dat dere hare many people who wan' be President. Da' is good  hin a democracy. But i' is not so good hin an alliance or coalition which his tryin' to overcome a popular party. Oy spoke to PNC/C leaders who hare willing to alliance wid anybody hincluding those from the break away al...

Following the recent polling frenzy in Guyana, COMRADES, a grass roots polling organisation which is based in Guyana and which likes to mind people business conducted a credible poll of Guyanese on matters of national interest. (COMRADES uses the word grass roots with care since grass roots is a word used by people who are not grass roots when they want to align with people who are oppressed or when they need to feel good. In Guyana no one is oppressed any more since mauby is available for all and grass grows everywhere) COMRADES employs the strictest ethics to ensure credibility. Every client is tested to ensure that they do have an association with at least one political party. No client is rejected, we just tailor the results of the poll accordingly. The most recent client represented the best kind of client - she seemed to be in bed with the PPP/R in a house of the AFC while being distantly related to the PNC/C. COMRADES tried to find a measure of national identity and we foun...

I want the dark space again , but the sun in my face push me to get up. I am craving sweet and I am fighting, and feeling tired because the last few weeks I feel like I have been fighting. I have a feeling I am just going to have let things fall apart again and then resume. There are a whole set of unanswered emails and they are just reminding me of the things which I am supposed to do and cannot do. There is a pile of books to read and I have like about 10 people with other books which I must read. Truth is, my mind cannot focus on the books at the moment. The place is bright and hot, and I wish I could be in a cool dark place and just sleep for two days without feeling guilty or hungry, but the other part of me is saying.. get your ass up and get on with it, you have things to do, and this will pass , I know it will pass. My body feels active, but I am feeling lazy to move. I feel I should go sit down in the sun and let it burn me a bit. With my mind the way it is, I want sensory...

Nobody wants to mess with me. I mean, nobody wants to throw faeces or empty their posey on me. I am not important enough. I do everything I could to seek publicity, and still, people ignore me. Nobody would take the time to collect faeces (whose faeces?), carefully transport in a white car (though I would want it to be an SUV, or Tundra with tinted glass windows) to come and throw on me. I am not a radical martyr freedom fighter whose daily bowel movements are monitored in the latrine at New Garden street. This latrine, where semi-retired bowel-challenged  defecators with PhDs  who are tenured to the latrine probably consume laxatives of varying strengths so that they could continue defecating contests with radical martyr freedom fighters - sometimes in the State run Toilet or in other toilets. Imagine, I stood up trying to get attention just outside the latrine, for a year as part of a protest. The Champion defecator or manurer of the Earth said our protest was cheap, whi...