A special time - the seawall -1/23/11

The day and the evening were very special. It was a day full of old memories. I have Darleen and Paul to thank for filling my tummy with gifts of food and comfort. After some good chat they made my wish come true. We took a drive; it was a real old fashion drive seeing old places and then we drove along the seawall.

What can I say. The only way to respond to the seawall is to delve into my immediate reactions. The scene at the seawalls made me happy. I saw so many cars and people along great stretches of the seawall that I couldn't help but smile. It was a lively place full of families and young couples.

But, it was when we drove back along the seawall to Pegagus and then down to the red band stand that the memories came back and with it rose a feeling of gladness. I was glad to see so many Guyanese - men women and children - out there enjoying the breeze, buying pop corn and other snacks; there were children riding bikes, jumping on trampolines, and riding the merry-go-around. It's hard to describe my response because when I was a child it was full of people, but nothing like I saw tonight. And, it seemed as if everyone was having fun.

Those of you who know Guyana and the seawall, you know that the breeze from the ocean is unbelievable and hard to describe. It wasn't until I was walking along the wall and then along the beach feeling the strong cool breeze that I realized that it was/is special. The breeze is calming; it is soothing; it encourages the spirit to keep going.

Again it comin' to an end - 1/23/11

I'm thinking that I will put the camera down after today. I have a visit planned for this afternoon. It will be fun, but after that I'm going to be completely lazy and rest my feet. I passed Colgrain pool and I remembered the days of swimming. Maybe I'll take a dip in the Pegasus pool today.

Today I have to work a little. I have to send templates for the subs to use in my classes for the first week. I have to write a little proposal for the fellow who wants me to be involved in an education program. And, I also have to write something to fill the requirements if I want land in Lethem. So, there we go, I have to get my mind back to something serious.

Here are cute photos.

On the way to the West Coast - 1/22/11

tek a minibus ride wid me - 1/22/11

Laud...ay axe deh guy to sit in front to get deh real feeling of speed an' he sey sure. One time we headin' down deh road at top speed an' ay see a bus in front 'comin' toward we and anodda taxi tekin' over deh bus and we headin' toward it at top speed. Ah close meh eyes for ah minute an' den ah open dem an' we whisk pass an' a breathe again.

walk wid me in deh market nuh - 1/22/11

fresh fresh fresh


nuff people in this little aisle and no one being rude


healthy healthy


a little stinky


watch this man gut fish



at the back of Stabroek watching a trawler go by



the clothing section of the market


This was outside Stabroek on the way to get the minibus

our favorite drink - look at deh man wield he cutlass - 1/22/11

Lots of us remember going to find the coconut man on the way home from some lime or fete.

Who's innocent - mouth open story jump out

Yes, I'm a comebackie I agree - bin livin' out deh country
who is me to say ay kno' wuh happenin'

So ah sit back
ah listenin' and ah hearin'

at times ah even eavesdroppin'
an' here's dis ting

deh talkin' how dem people
ain't got no behavin'
deh trowin' deh garbage
in deh trench
an' deh stench... eh

Well, I'm thinking
who are the people bringing
and selling
to the very people they cursing
the styrofoam and plastic
that killing the planet.

So, deh woman in Lethem tell meh
how she tek a job
sche work hard hard hard
open close open close
stay late late late
an' deh missus
geh sche $20 fuh 2 weeks
deh woman sey
sche shoulda teef up all deh tings
Imagin' dat $20 dolla fuh TWO WEEKS

Now, hear this
all this story about class
who better than who
and here is this story
of have to have not
making sure that have not
have nothing
but complaining about what stinking
You tell me
don't you smell a rotten something!

Well, anodda day anodda dolla
ah in deh taxi ridin'
to deh cemetary
an' listenin' to deh man
sey somethin' interestin'

on deh side
ay already like dis man
cause like me
he read Mittleholzer
My Bones and My Flute
an' he love him

But back to deh interestin' sometin'
deh man was sayin'

Ay see a buildin'
down deh by Lodge
as we drivin'
an ay mention
'bout how dis happen'
nuff nuff of dese places
lookin' gutted
grass growin'
up and down deh poles
an deh man sey sometin'
ay hadn't been tinkin'

But, when ay hear dis story
ay had to ask myself
is who innocent?

He sey
you kno' how much houses
like dis
people overseas
left land
nah sell it
nah clean it
an' nah live in it.