a day in guyana doesn’t go by without me being confronted and assaulted by structured violence.
And it’s rather unsettling in a society overburdened by riches, resources and an abundance of wealth.
Yes wealth. Guyana has never been a poor country. The mentality of the negroes in charge, and the negroe pretenders like jagdeo, now that’s another story.
sidebar: my words are by no means an attack or commentary on any current or past boss hogs 💃🏾
as I was driving south on sheriff street a few moons ago the light turned red and I stopped.
Out ran this little child in school uniform with a bucket of bottled water for sale.
This was a gut wrenching moment for me. Maybe he caught be off guard but I was absolutely horrified to see this child in uniform selling on the streets.
He could barely reach up to the window. I thought of my childhood. We were poor and struggling but we never had to work the streets to survive.
The destiny of this child is revolution. Cause nothing short of that will turn the tide that’s pushing him out to sea.