Guyana Stories

Guyana –

A country born of their sacrifice

Heirs of their pain –

Where do I end, and you begin?

Why do we stand apart?

Can you not see our colourful threads?

A tapestry woven through time –

A million stories tightly bound

There is danger in a single story.

Can you not see our histories intertwined?
Written on the land

Control the narrative – control the nation.

Can you not see what the fear does to us?

Hacking at our tapestry –

Setting the threads ablaze

Distorting our woven story

So – that the main rhetoric remains

Telling us a single story –

Is this or that.

Well - my Guyana is not this or that.

My Guyana is choice.  My Guyana is everything.

My Guyana got nuff gaff and laugh

My Guyana is made of little stories

Of resilience,

Of joys,

Of pains,

Of freedom,

Of histories,

Of myths and legends,

Of nature,

Of dreams and hopes

My Guyana is not a single story

My Guyana is made of love

Of daily heroes unrecorded

Of invisible struggles

Of silent devotion

My Guyana is woven with –

rays of sunlight,

reflecting at sunrise and sunset

Woven with earth colours, blended.

My Guyana is not a single story

My Guyana is a living painting.