I remember…

Sitting on the river bank waiting to watch the water recede as the ships pass on the Demerara and then watch it come rushing back in again.

Jumping off the black rocks at Kaikan into the black water

Sliding down the big steep the hill on a coconut branch at Sand Hills by the old church (still standing) and into the water

I remember…

Riding my horse after the rain at full gallop on the hard packed dirt with the water splattering all about

Shooting Houri and other fishes with a bow and arrow as they lurk next to the run off along the fields

Waking up to hundreds of Toucans, coming strip to the Guava trees in the mornings

I remember…

Waking up early and going with my grandmother as she catches sherigha with a grass knife as they lay by the side of the streams

Going with her to get her fishes from her fish traps at low tide

Cutting down the cabbage palm so they could prepare it to harvest toucama.

Drinking turu tea in the morning

Having to watch BRE to keep the birds away

Smoothing the fields on a tractor with cage wheels dragging a large heavy log behind

I remember…

I am Amerind....alas that Guyana is gone