Long, long ago, when them British people did rule this land, them British houses was pure white and wood. Them roof was high, high, and them ceiling too, to let air spin around. Back then, breeze used to come through wood jalousies and wood shutters.
Then li’l bit, li’l bit, Guyanese start to make they own money, and get they own ideas...Lawd help them...and the houses in the land start to take on a different character.
Over the years, them houses grow and grow. One house in town turn into a dazzling white concrete concoction, three floors high. Them walls outside scatter with gold moon in relief, gold star in relief...is like the house want to look like a palace come from the depths o’ India.
Today, though plenty white homes all over the place, colour start to take over. I swear the whole country gon look like iced-caked land if them people in charge manage to clear the litter. Pink house, pistachio green, sky blue, lemon. Red, green and yellow too, like reggae-tecture. And in the suburbs one day I see a bright blue house with castle turrets at the four corners.
Today, although the old colonial style still about with they wood wall, wood floor, wood shutters, concrete homes overshadowing them. Oh me mooma. Concrete in every style!
Miami style. England mix with Miami mix with grill work mix with India mix with strange individual thought, like the owner get extra material leave over, and he or she decide to "do something" with it.
Plenty tile roof posing now, but people still prefer zinc. Must be cooler. Or cheaper. Or easier to maintain. [Ay yai yai. Zinc roof! When rain pound down on it, you swear is them football hooligans up there tramping up and down, singing vindalooo, vindaloooo, oy, oy, oy].
People start to get even more creative with they homes. One man build a house in the middle of a river.
Yes. River. We have a river, the Essequibo River [Dutch word, the Dutch used to own Guyana at one time too]. . .this river so big, it full o’ islands. I hear that one island bigger than the Caribbean island, Barbados. Well, anyway, a man build a house on a li’l piece o’ land in the middle o’ the Essequibo.
In January this year, nearly the whole coastland had a bad flood. This flood is another story...politricks, leptospirosis, jokes...
A fella name Bryan McKintosh go 'round taking pictures o’ houses during the flood, and he post them online.
I choose 3 o’ he links, houses after the flood gone, so you can get a idea o’ what some other people house look like:
This home comin' up break me heart.
And now...the interior, the most beautiful part o’ this country, where the first people o’ Guyana, the Amerindians still live.
A li’l bit o’ history...and y’hear that music? Is the bane o’ every school chile life. The national anthem. It feel like it have 40 million verses, and they got to learn all. I think is 6 verses in all. I can only remember one.
[Handsome residence, at the end was me great aunt home. It don’t exist no more. All fall down.]
And that was the story of homes in my homeland, Guyana.
As you can see, none of the links ain't mine. And no, me home not here.