In Guyana, when it rains it pours

It has been three days since I arrived. Guyana is still the same – the downpour of rain early in the year. Old rickety vehicles with blaring horns and unresolved engine troubles carouse the streets incessantly; with each minute of Read More …

 

Intangible dreams

Many of us spend a lifetime dreaming. And that is all we do – dream! Then we die, and what is left? Nothing. Not even a memory, for memories are only alive in our own bosoms; and when we die, Read More …