Guyana Agri-Investment Forum & expo is a cruel joke

Nothing good to benefit the people of Dubai will come of this and I’m open to being proven wrong
Foreigners and well connected straight hair negroes will bribe their way to owning more land and resources and maybe they’ll build big plantations and employ natives and treat them like slaves like us happening in the oil and gas industry. and pretty soon like the other Dubai, they will import untouchables from Asia to work those plantations from sun up to sun down

And at night they will drink rum and fight amongst themselves

In short, in the name of divellupments, 0019 & co. will sell out everything left to be be sold to the same foreign pirates plundering your petroleum reserves and they will produce food for export.

someone has tampered with your mind if you believe the low level criminals that brought you this far will ever drag you out of the muck. these self minted touchables fighting hard to keep you on the plantation

stop being docile in your logies. you’ve got nothing to loose but your chains
liberate your plantation and build something new 🔥

Euvonie Georges Auguste has gone home to the ancestors

Euvonie Georges Auguste has gone home to the ancestors
Last month this giant and mambo extraordinaire passed away and was buried in #haiti
Euvonie represented #vodou without apologies and for that alone statues should be built in her honour.

I am thankful to have been in her presence on a few occasions.

You could hear her from the gate and her personality was beyond words. I remember her for many many things and her memory lives on.

I’d been to a small vodou ceremony and wanted to learn more around the time I met Euvonie. I had no clue who she was but I know I was in the presence of African Royalty.

As Fete Gede approached a friend told me she was going with Euvonie and I said I wanted to go too. A few people warned me about those vodou people which I immediately ignored.

Euvonie came and picked us up and off we went as her special guests. It was an intriguing night in port au prince. People we’re still mourning the dead and missing from the earthquake but there was electricity in the air.

There were thousands of people outside and a few thousand more inside. The drums and horns were already going as we entered.

Euvonie looked at us with a big smile. I don’t remember her saying anything. She just smiled. Welcome. Enjoy. You’re gonna be glad you came. I’ve got work to do. She just smiled and went off with the other mambos to celebrate with the gods.

At some point in the ceremony she had on a black tuxedo and hat, smoking a cigar. She was always happy, but this was bliss.

Occasionally like a doting mother she’d glance up at us and flash her trademark smile. We had the privilege of going to more ceremonies but that night was magic.

“I was born Catholic, I grew up Protestant. At 23, I became a non-believer. I wandered, wandered a lot, I was constantly looking for myself, without knowing how to find myself. Finally at 28, I went back home, drank from the source and met Bôdjè. I married him and am still today a Hounsi”