Thoughts of a minibus traveller

830am. Saturday.. 44 bus.. heading up the East Coast. Soca playing. I jump in the front seat. Church Road. Driver in kangol and shades. Driver change to some other dancehall tunes. Name Kumar on the windshield with the phone number. A photo of Kumar and some children.  On the Dashboard, right hand side.. murti - Lord Krishna and Lord Vishnu and the fresh flower; on the left hand side, white woman with bikini and long hair.. no fresh flower. Hindu religion allows that.. the temples at Khajuraho have lots of sex images. Sheriff Street. Stop light. The bus is full of men and loud noise through the window. Over the road, three women.. one of them her skirt is blowing up. She trying to keep it down. The Men are loud.. probably like the men and women who cheer on the beauty pageant contestants (or boo or mock or tear apart those they think should not win the beauty pageants) Kumar is there too.. the loud music also in the bus.. I ask Kumar.. what wrong.. why they don't you  leave

The lady look at me smiling.. she seated on a stool sipping her drink like in the movies. I was wandering around craving sweet.. resisting the urge to go for the Red Cherry Milkshake which seems to be averse for my stomach.. Stress over the last couple of months seems to have taken its toll so .... So I see the place.. with blenders and so on, and the lady looking at me and smiling.. and I say okay.. give me the soursop milkshake... The lady smile and say.. yeah.. the soursop taste nice.. that is what I having.. And so we start gaffing.. while the girl in the grass skirt over her jeans.. blending up the milkshake.. The lady from Essequibo.. she come down but did not bother with Mash.. I told her I worked too. She say soursop good for you.. I say yes.. some people tell me how soursop and coconut oil and noni good for your beauty..and that coconut oil working for me as well on my skin She smile.. and say - coconut oil.. she used to use as a child, her grandmother used to make.

My horoscope (Scorpio) say dat I must not talk about Religion and Politics today because I will lose friends .. or something like that. Well yep, I will talk about Religion AND Politics and how I vex bad that Hinduism in Guyana now seems to be aligned with the oppressors rather than the oppressed. Shivratri was Monday.. I stayed home. I know many devout devotees of Lord Shiva went to temple.. and some not so devout devotees of Lord Shiva also went and then there were others who went because it would look bad if they did not go. I heard that Shivratri should have been celebrated Sunday night.. but that is how it goes with our Hindu calendars.. depending where you are, who taught you, we get all these wonderful nuances of faith and ritual. Nothing wrong with that.. A lot of people go to the Cove and John Ashram .. big celebrations there and I am sure during the days when people felt that Hinduism was under threat, the Ashram flourished... And so it is , Hinduism is now clos

Comrades I need to clarify some statements I made about rigging of our national elections. We in the ruling party have been confused as you rightly know since that night in November - it is too painful for some of us to remember when we realised that something was wrong and that we were actually winning or losing the elections. Comrades.. as many of you have indicated in rum shops and pussur pussur way.. you were not going to vote for us.. and we deliberately set cussdeo out to ensure that everybody get a cussing up. It was a confusing day - many of our polling agents reported that they were being harassed and we had to let them know that Kwome, Otinga and the 14th disciple of Jesus - were actually working for us and not the traditional opposition as in the old days... and that the bombastic intimidation tactics were meant to harass opposition voters, not our voters. We therefore realised too late that our voters did not want to vote because they felt intimidated by these former

Two young women came up to me after the class. They wanted to do their assignment on race, and aggression in Guyana. Another woman wants to look at Clubbing in Guyana and who gets the money. I am anxious to see what the other students will do in their assignments. One of the guys is thinking about doing his assignment on hip hop dancing in Berbice. There are other students who travel from far to attend the University and to make the class. Another woman who will give birth soon wants to continue her education and to manage motherhood and the University education. I met a lecturer before the class who is fed up with the circumstances at the University. She is a graduate of the University and remembers the protests when she was a student. She is also appalled at the apathy of the students who seem not to understand the larger picture. Another graduate of the University is active in the Union and he realises that there are multiple issues, and that the termination of Mr Frederick Ki