A dead lamp outside my home and two old lawyers
Long ago, I decided in my life, I will be the only judge of who I think is worthy of admiration in my country, even if I am the lone voice that differs from the rest of the population. This is a comical, asinine society that long ago should have invented its own circus.
You pick up the papers or view the television news and your mouth is left wide open when you see who and who are accorded accolades, honours and awards. You just laugh.
What logic did UWI use to give Rickey Singh an honorary doctorate for service in journalism? Surely Adam Harris and Bert Wilkinson are way ahead of him. The most unacceptable one for me is that Guyana’s highest national award went to a person named Compton Bourne. Surely that had to be a joke. Hardly anyone in Guyana knows who this gentleman is. When the nation’s highest national award is offered to a citizen, that recipient has to have contributed in phenomenal ways to his/her country that his or her name becomes a household word.
I confess that for all my familiarity with what goes on in Guyana, I didn’t know who Compton Bourne was until he surfaced as UG’s Chancellor. I am willing to listen to the reason why the Jagdeo Government awarded him the Order of Excellence.
I am totally disappointed in two lawyers who are in their early nineties and who are long respected legal lights in the Caribbean. Dr. Fenton Ramsahoye’s reaction to losing a case in front of three judges of the Caribbean Court of Justice makes you wonder how Caribbean people look at Guyanese. And I saw Ashton Chase’s unnecessary remark across the table to the defence attorney in Justice Insanally’s court last Wednesday as a surprise coming from someone like him. Let me stop here before I get into legal trouble.
In Judge Insanally’s court last Wednesday was no other than Juan Edghill (I will not refer to him as a Bishop based on advice I got from religious experts). Judge Insanally agreed with my lawyers’ suggestion that Edghill ought to be present in court. He is the one that has been asking the judge to send me to prison for contempt of court, yet since July 2011 when this case was first heard, he has not appeared after eight hearings.
Last Wednesday he showed up and sat next to the Kaieteur News reporter.
I was seated right by the side of the reporter, so I heard when Edghill mentioned my name. I heard also when he referred to a news item in KN and intoned; “it was full of the usual inaccuracies.” Of course journalistic protocols would prevent the reporter from answering Edghill. But I intervened. I asked Edghill what about the inaccuracies of the Chronicle. No one chose to put that question to Luncheon when he was parading in front of the cameras during the NCN debate on NICIL. Luncheon went after Kaieteur News and said not a word about the gutter newspaper he controls (perhaps owns, along with the PPP) that is not only full of inaccuracies but the most foul-smelling miasma. I am going on the next debate with Luncheon.
Luncheon and the PPP have made Guyana a crazy country. So crazy it is that we forget its tragic life. Two years ago, the Ministry of Works cleared the Railway Embankment trench where I live and when the workers reached my home that was the end of the project. My section was left with the weeds.
Now we have a weird situation outside my home again. A year ago, I told my wife that it looks suspicious that all the street lamps on the Railway Embankment beginning from Sheriff Street right down to the rest of the East Coast are working except the lamp directly outside my home. One day my daughter just flippantly said to me; “Papa, do you know all the lights on the road are working except the one in front of our home?”
I didn’t want to upset my family but I know it is a conspiracy so I didn’t give them my opinion. I am doing so now. It is easy to prove if I am penning a lie here. Just travel on the Railway Embankment and look at all the street lamps and you will see the bulb not alight is the very one outside my home. If there is nothing to it, then how strange that the only lamp not working is the one directly outside my house. I think Shakespeare once wrote about small minds.