Thoughts of a minibus traveller

  Passion fruit   Market vendor who is my therapist says 7 for 1000 , not from my vine though because the ones she had from her vine had been as solid as her conversations with me in the morning. Lesson learned from another woman who dreamed about passion fruit plantations on the highway and had explained about 'leaving them to grow' and then when 'they drop, with skin crinkled is the best time' and seeing the smooth skins from the market vendor and thinking, should I , shouldn't I because it is raining and I could take 1000 to pay part of taxi fare home from market, or buy passion fruit and hope for a hundred dollar front seat in a bus where the bags and umbrella and me could tangle up.  I am not poor, but prices going up and I stupidly keep walking with the same amount of money to the market thinking I can do some mathematical optimisations to mix and match on fruits and vegetables which will not spoil quickly. But I believe that a passion fruit a day can help to ...

Image derived from one on Stabroek News Masquerading  Woman who sells in the market and is one of my therapists laughs "Eh eh, I see you been in de masquerade thing " and I laugh with her before we start to talk about the horror of Guyana in the last couple of weeks .. horror which is the legacy of past horrors. Morning after some citizens who also excluded from the prosperity (did they receive cash grant? What else do they need?) went on rampage in Georgetown and elsewhere, lighting fires and so I call to find out if the Masquerade Lives On Symposium was still on.  And so on the Tuesday when people decided to stay home after the madness of Monday night, we gather not far from where I was protesting with others, including others I had protested against for their own role in the legacy of violence, against the police. I stand in the room, a bit uncertain of my place and role here because I didn't know anything about masquerade beyond being an observer (and singing George...