Thoughts of a minibus traveller

I hit backspace over the lines I had written twice to say 'no' to the suggestion. I then reply to say okay, yes. It will be a nightmare to do but I am not too worked up about nightmares now. February is ending and March is going to be bizarre. I said yes to another thing I had intended to say no to because the mental preparation needed and the creativity were beyond me at the time I was asked. I said yes and messed up the first session but it doesn't bother me too much. I am staring at the emails in which I said no, a year ago , twice to another thing.. it will be big, requiring not only creativity but emotional energy to go back to a time I wanted to forget. A casual conversation.. and then I go back, and ask. 'can i say yes now' and the enthusiastic response makes me feel guilty that I had said no in the first place. I am itching still. The anti-fungal stuff is not working... now and then I take the anti-histamine but then I say to hell with it because I...

My first instinct was to giggle hysterically and then I felt a deep sense of sadness. I heard the nice woman, personification of decent Christian Guyanese woman,  upstanding with her moral authority saying 'Do you know know buggery is destructive? That structurally buggery is not good.. that buggery kills homosexuals .. that Men who have sex with men have the highest HIV infection rates.. I imagined her telling Christ he must not mingle with the riff raff.. and he must look after his robes and make sure that they don't get dirty. ..  I could imagine her and me telling minibus drivers to turn off the dirty music... The nice upstanding Christian woman was the first person to talk about ..er buggery.. in the National Library conference room. The National Library was the venue of  another attempt by LGBT activists to deal with God's love of homosexual which seemed to drive the public policy of discrimination   The first attempts were way back in 2003 The Nati...

Katahar is one of those vegetables which does not really melt down when it cooks. Some of the cooks I know just leave it to boil in the coconut milk and curry powder until the flesh does not feel like 'old claat' and the seeds could crumble.  There is an art too as the long cooking also helps the old claat to absorb some of the flavours and the gravy/sauce thickens as it 'reduces' or boils down.. I mean katahar curry when deconstructed is really some nutritious seeds and fibrous flesh floating in a thick rich coconut curry sauce. So on a busy day and thinking of something new to do I say what the hell, save gas and save time by cooking the katahar curry in the pressure cooker. I know this is like making baigan choka or sayakaying sada roti in a microwave. I mixed up the masala - thinking it was too much. I chunkay the katahar remembering the experts 'let it fry good, lef it. leh it bun lil bit' before throwing in the coconut milk. The coconut milk thou...