Life don’t owe nobody nothing...not one cent, not even a cheap li’l Guyana cent - which come to think of it, I ain’t see in a mighty long time. If you want something, look for it, and when you find it, dig the ground, plant it and nuture it.
Don’t ever, ever, not ever, never, never, never NEVER, NEVER sell things on credit!
Arrogant folks don’t know they’s being arrogant. They think they’s being open and honest and they’s bringing things out in the open.
Arrogance is like AIDS. It don’t discriminate. It affect all age, race, colour, culture, gender.
Education don’t teach we tolerance. In fact, with Guyanese here and Abroad, education make we more full o’ weselves.
If I ain’t got teaching material, I can create my own. I can use the silver insides of milk boxes to make games, write sentences with coloured markers.
Teaching English to a pre-teen foreign girl, I was the student. I learn all over again about the joy in simple things – sitting on a wall with friends by a far-away, foreign river, looking for the three-eye mutant fish; bathing a cat that protest like wild; riding a bicycle; knitting socks with two needles; playing music; learning a song from beginning to end; singing; running in the park; watching flowers and birds both there and here; swimming in the hot Guyana sun in a warm blue pool; loving the colours of the jaguar in the small Guyana zoo and the greatness of the harpy eagle and delighting in the big, giant, enormous Arapaima fish and the tiny, li’l greenish sake-winkee monkeys at Celina’s Resort by the seawall.
Oh, how I miss that child, now that she gone back to she foreign-land.
Now I must go find my own joy again.