Boxed Freedom

For most of my childhood and right up to about the time I was eleven years old my mother and I got around either on her bicycle or by bus. Back then taking a taxi was a really big deal; and a luxury afforded to us once every few blue moons. Back then I looked forward to the treat of a box of Demico’s chicken in the rough, fries and a roll the Friday night of daddy’s payday (that was when Demico made sense, of course). Those who met me during or after 1999 would and have never asked would not know that I did not grow up having such luxuries readily at my disposal.

After one time, however, is another and God blessed my family so that we moved from, maybe once a month, being able to take a taxi, to taking taxis on a daily basis. From 1999 I never set foot on a bus in Guyana until, I think, 2006. Some people were not too pleased but I didn’t see the problem; it got me from point A to point B, and cost far less. I do understand the argument that buses generally use the roadways with complete disregard for the law or for other motorists as well as pedestrians. However, I have heard another argument that “God has moved you from one level to another and you should not go back.” I, of course, disagree.

As far as I am concerned, God has blessed us in that He has given us more financial freedom. I believe that if I am to accept the notion that because am able to afford a taxi for every errand I need to make I have to do so and I should not take a bus, that I once again put myself in a box. I. I believe that in that way would once again place restrictions on my life and therefore negate that freedom which God has allowed me to enjoy. And really, economics has a lot to do with my decision. For one taxi fare around town I can take four buses, and so complete more errands. Why should I pay $300 or $360 to get from home to the Sports Hall, for example, when I can pay $80 and be put off at the exact spot? God has blessed us, yes but “to whom much is given much is required” and with what He has given me I will use in the wisest and most efficient way I can manage. It is my intention to show Him, in whatever small way, that I have not taken His gifts for granted nor am I abusing them.

True freedom is having the opportunity to choose today one way, and tomorrow the next.

Changes

The site is undergoing a few visible and performance based changes. The changes listed below are in relation to the main (index) page.

Events Block
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News Block
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Comments Block
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All Good Things Must …

Come to an end! No, I’m not referring about GuyanaLive.com. This is in relation to GT&T SMS being sent freely from online. I saw this one coming when they reduced their rates to $1 per text message and denied a few sites. GuyanaLive was among the last of the Guyanese sites to have the free SMS working and they were accused by “GTLIES” and “HINNY-EFFECTS” of sabotage in a recent meeting.

On the bright side; we have $1 messages! Our overseas folk just can’t message us.

Stay tuned to more of my updates.

– The Outsider

My Rotting Remains

The agony was too much. I’ve never cried so hard, my thoughts were scattered, I was confused and angry all at once.


I knew about the outcome of this but yet I was obstinate and had to have my own way. I sat at the edge of my bed with tears flowing down my pale cheeks; the sun stood still with its gleaming glow. It was as though it was punishing me for what I had done. The world scorned me.

Tim and I had been married for several years. Together we started our family and little by little we built ourselves the perfect home, or so we thought. As the days went by, “Tim was forced to work out of town to help feed and support the family.” Like any wife I supported his decision. The nights seemed endless and the days kept crawling. I was forced to spend my lonely nights crying the dry tears. I missed my husband so dearly; I longed for his kisses.

A day out with my girlfriends changed everything I once felt for my husband.

Mark,” the voice said softly. I turned slowly with a question written on my face.

I beg your pardon?” He looked straight into my eyes; I could feel the stare piercing my skin.

Mark,” he repeated.My name is Mark, I live just a few blocks away from you, and I’m sorry if I stared too hard but I was taken back by such radiant beauty.”

I blushed, and with a bright smile I got up and introduced myself;

“Elizabeth,” I said. I was already lost in his eyes, and his smile made me tingle all over.

Mark and I eventually left the group and made it to the park. We became mutual friends. He knew I was married but we both enjoyed each other’s company. We spent days together; thoughts of my husband barely crossed my mind. I was dangerously hooked on Mark.

Nothing seemed possible without him…we had endless pleasure together. This was an affair that I was determined to live with. I was willing to give up my entire family for this man. He treated me like a queen, dining out at nights, and unexpected gifts of love and affection. I was putting my wants before my needs. He adored my children and they loved him, but little did they know he was their mother’s secret pleasure.

I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror, I looked beautiful and youthful, I smiled more often and I felt that youthfulness I had with Tim. My heart told another tale, I can never love two men at the same time. I tried convincing myself that it was infatuation, but Mark was very charming and he had become a part of me. You’ve got to stop this,” I whispered to myself. “An affair will just ruin your marriage and besides Tim will be back,” I assured myself. I refused to listen to myself; I set aside every negative thought I had about Mark and let my passion take the best of me.

Mark decided he wanted to end this ‘fling,’ he wanted out. I was shocked. I had already given him the best of me and now I was left heartbroken. I pleaded with him not to end our relationship but he just kept shunning me. I felt ripped, inside a burning desire for Mark. Many nights I cried the tears of regret. I was now left alone.

I stood there dumb.

How could you?” I screamed as I tried to hold back my gushing tears.

He glanced away and playfully kicked about stones on the ground and said

Some things are better left unsaid.”

I froze, my heart froze because I watched my lover walk out of my life.

My husband returned home and I felt reprehensible. I was scared but I vowed not to let my guilty conscience ruin my marriage. I spent most of my time longing for Mark. I rejected my husband’s embrace; I only wanted Mark’s touch. I pretended that everything was all right when really I was burning inside with desire for another man.

On a bright Saturday afternoon, as I baked cookies for my kids and listened as they ran through the house screaming, the buzzer on my door went off. As I walked towards the door, I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel and gently flung it on the kitchen counter.

“Good afternoon, Madam,” the mailman said with a huge smile.

“Good afternoon to you too. May I help you?”

He gave me the telegram and calmly walked away. It had been a telegram for me, and it was from an unknown name, but it was addressed to me.Who?” I thought to myself.

It read, “Mark died.” Stop. “He died peacefully.” Stop.Package to follow.”

“Mark died,”I whispered to myself. I felt my stomach growl, suddenly I felt dizzy. I became numb; the walls looked as though they were closing in on me. I was spinning helplessly.

The package that followed had a letter from Mark, and in the privacy of my room my tears rushed helplessly down my cheeks. I sat at the edge of the bed unsure of what to expect. As I read the letter my heart raced and my thoughts were cloudy and gray. He had left because of his illness, an illness that killed him, he regretted every hurt he caused me but was happy that in his lifetime he met a woman such as me.

As I read the letter my husband came in only to find me slumped on the bed in tears. He took the letter from me but I was too ashamed to fight back. He read with disbelief, his anger grew faster as he too broke down with tears of betrayal and hatred.

Forgive me,” I pleaded with him.

The scornful look he gave me made me realize that our vows ‘for better or for worse,’ were all just a sham. He hated me no less, I made him cry. The man I once loved I compared to a man I lusted for. I was scorned amongst everyone. It had been an excruciating affair.

My rotting remains were a disgrace. Now I have to live with the guilt and the poison of what I had done to my family, and myself. I have allowed my lust to consume me and my consequence is definite, the house with the picket fence is broken and all my dreams shattered all at once. I am HIV Positive. God! Help me now…. How can I stop these tears from falling down helplessly.

Copyright © 2008 Tashandra Inniss

What Really Counts

For as much of my Primary School and the early part of my High School life as I can remember, I was always quite competitive. The aim was always to be the best academically. There was enormous, but not necessarily blatant pressure on me, from teachers, parents and even myself to be first place at the end of every term. Whenever I did not deliver as was expected I was frantic. I remember bringing home a report card with a 63% grade for French while I was in high school. Before I could hand the report over to my mother I blacked out. Yes, it was that bad. I simply did not know how to handle that. My parents were always so proud when I did well, and I felt good as well, but when the grades were not that high, the smiles were not that bright.

There were times when, in the spirit of competition, I would refuse to assist someone who did not understand something or the other. If I helped them that put them at least on the same level with me, which increased their chances of being better than I was at that specific thing. We couldn’t have that now could we?

I think that too many times parents put way too much pressure on their children to be the best in school and otherwise. There is nothing wrong with being ambitious and wanting to achieve great things, but if one aspires to have such achievements only to gain the approval of others, or for the sake of being recognized one soon realizes the barrenness of such pursuits. Parents need to instill in their children an attitude of hard work regardless. They should not be working towards a goal simply because they want to please someone else, and it should be taught that once one’s heart is put into something, and one does his or her best, one will be successful, happy and feel a true sense of fulfillment. A child should not be afraid to come to his or her parents with a failed attempt at something. He or she should want to do well, but not at the cost of his or her sanity, self worth and sense of security.

Somewhere along the line, though, I lost that competitive drive. I became satisfied with just doing my best, even if I wasn’t the best. It was no longer important for me to be number one. What was important is that I knew that I put my all into what I did. I also decided that it makes no sense to acquire knowledge, about whatever, and do nothing with that knowledge but receive awards for doing well in tests. It makes no sense to live a life where you do nothing to help another person succeed. And besides, we learn better as we teach. It is when we attempt to teach someone that we learn whether we really do know what we claim to. Do I remember how I felt when I was”the best?” No, I do not. I would assume that I felt good, and proud. What I do remember is how satisfying it was to know that I helped someone understand some missing concept in one class or another. I remember just feeling good that I helped someone do that much better at an exam because I explained something just before the exam.

In this whole Christmas cleaning frenzy that seems to have gripped most if not all of us, I came across various awards, certificates and the like for my academic achievements. The majority of them I had completely forgotten about, and this really made me come to terms with a very important fact. Though it is great to be successful and be recognized for those successes, it is not what defines me. The successes are not who I am. In the future, I may still be remembered by some as a”bright” person. It would be more meaningful, however, to be remembered as someone who made a positive impact in at least one life.

When it all comes down to it, regardless of how many certificates, diplomas, and awards you have hung in your office if you do not use whatever gift you have to make the life of at least one person a little bit easier, you have led a meaningless life. It is important that my friends know that they can depend on me. It is important that I make children, especially those who have been emotionally or otherwise hurt, feel loved and valued. It is important that I use whatever talents God has blessed me with to identify my true purpose, and to fulfill that purpose. What do you want to be remembered for? What are you doing to ensure that this happens? What is really important to you?

-Bless

Things That Do Not Make Sense (Part 2)

There is a Broadband ad which features a young lady walking up or down, whichever, an alley in lingerie and a lab coat. Now that ad’s been on for quite a while and I still don’t understand what on God’s green earth she has to do with broadband. So Broadband is fast. By including her in the ad, dressed as she is, are they implying that she is “fast” as well? Believe me, I am not trying to be disrespectful, but the ad makes no sense. I know that “sex sells” but honestly!

‘Creative Jewellery and Pawn Shop’ has an ad in which Linden Jones is having a meal with a young lady at the Original Dairy Bar. At some point he realizes that he doesn’t have enough money to pay for the meal and tries to leave to go get money to pay. He is stopped by one of the employees of the establishment and told that he cannot simply leave and come back without paying. After being reminded that he is wearing a big gold chain and several gold rings, and enlightened on the fact that ‘Creative Jewellery and Pawn Shop’ is right up the road he is seen going to the pawn shop to get the necessary cash to pay for the meal. It seems just a little senseless to me that someone would forbid me from leaving to get money initially, but then because I claim I’m just going up the road to the pawn shop to get the money, I’m allowed to go. Rubbish!

If you’ve ever been to the National Cultural Centre then you’ve heard the rules and regulations read once the show is about to begin-about the use of cell phones, and taking photographs, etc. What I do not understand though, is why they include the dress code in that announcement. If I am sitting in the auditorium, listening to the message, isn’t it that I don’t need to be told what the dress code is? Isn’t it that I am dressed in accordance with the dress code and that if I am not dressed appropriately, but am hearing this message from the comfort of my seat, that the staff simply failed to do their job? I just think it’s a very unnecessary inclusion.

-Bless

The Price We’re Willing To Pay

The parents and I finally made it to the Suarez Family Circus on Tuesday, October 22nd. There was a very small number of persons there, but each artiste executed his or her act as though it was being viewed by thousands. As wonderful as the show was, though, the purpose of this article is not to comment on the performances. I have heard many complaints over the last few weeks concerning the admission fee to the circus. I have also heard complaints about the prices of items at the concession stands. The basic truth, from which this all stems, is that as humans we are hardly, if ever, satisfied. We keep wanting more and more, but at no cost to us. We say we want better, more wholesome entertainment, but are only willing to pay the price of a poorly put together show. To attend the circus anywhere in the world one would pay no less than the equivalent of G$2,600.00-and this is at a discounted price which comes with several restrictions. I do understand that there is a big difference between the price of a drink at the circus and the price one is used to paying on the road, but be fair – the organizers have incurred expenses which they must take care of. They have the several performers and a maintenance crew to pay, equipment to maintain, as well as traveling costs to cover. Apart from these, there is also a giraffe and not one or two, but seven Bengal tigers that need to be fed. Now unless you intend to volunteer your body for the greater good –to allow others to attend the show at a slightly lower cost- your complaints are really unreasonable.Further murmuring stems from the G$2,500.00 price tag put on having one’s photograph taken with the tiger. No, I do not have a job and those who “work hard for their money” will probably say that because I am not spending my own money I do not value it as I should. But let us think this through. Were you to focus on the $2,500.00 and decide that that was just too much to pay to have a photograph taken, tell me when would you get that sort of opportunity again? We have no such creature here, so in order to see this animal again one would have to travel abroad – transportation costs + the possible admission fee to the zoo + whatever miscellaneous expenses. You do the math. Very often, people hastily take things at face value and immediately push them to the side because of cost. But I think it is very important that we all think each situation through and seriously weigh the benefits against the disadvantages. Consider the likelihood of another such opportunity presenting itself, then make a well thought out decision, that was not based solely on finances. The next time you’re tempted to be cheap, remember the French proverb which says that “It is a wise man who lives with money in the bank; it is a fool who dies that way.”
– Bless

Timing in Nature

When each of us was a baby it was natural for us to “do our business” whenever and wherever. We sensed the call of Nature, and responded as was natural for us. As we got a little older it became natural for us to raise our hand, or tug at our mother’s dress to indicate that Nature was on the line. For most of us, we are now at the stage where it has become natural for us to hear the call of nature and respond accordingly only when it is appropriate; we respond once we have found a clean toilet. There are many males to whom this does not apply, however, as they just find a post, a tree, a wall, anything that’s stationary really, and carry out the task at hand. For the sake this article, we will politely ignore these young men.

During multiple discussions on sex, the recurring argument is that “sex is natural.” This is true. We are sexual beings created to feel the urges we feel, but as with the above illustration, what is natural changes as we mature. In the immature stage, we let go whenever we felt that tingle. Likewise, in the immature stage of sexual and emotional development, we may tend to give in to the urges we feel by engaging in sexual activity. However, as we mature we should understand that though the urge is natural, there is a more appropriate way of dealing with it than simply giving in. I mean what would this world be if we all went around urinating and defecating on ourselves? Just as with wanting to use the toilet, we ought to wait where sex is concerned. We owe it to ourselves and our partners to wait until we have gotten to that safe, secure and private place, that place where responding to the urge is truly acceptable and without shame and regret. In the first example, this place is the toilet; in the case of sexuality, this place is marriage. Regardless of the arguments offered, this is the only safe institution. This is the only institution in which sexual activity will come without regret and a sense of empty and momentary pleasure. This is the only institution for which God created sex. He created it. He knew it would be pleasurable, but as with all things there is a time and a place.

I do understand that initially, decisions may have been made in the heat of the moment. But I am one of those who believes in what is known as “secondary virginity.” I believe that there is something honorable in a woman wanting to, after having made a previous ill-guided decision, keep herself for that man she plans to spend the rest of her life with, that man who also wants to spend the rest of his life with her, and proves it by making her his wife. It is simply not enough to promise without the ring, that you are “gonna get married anyway.” This doesn’t cut it; it just doesn’t. The same goes for males. A major part of a relationship is compromise, but sex is one thing that should not be compromised. If you love someone you will want the best of him or her, you will want to be a part of his or her mental and emotional growth. The only way to help someone grow is to hold his or her hand and politely decline the sexual advances. Let the person know that you too feel what the urges, but that giving in to the strong temptation is not the best decision you can make as a couple. I believe that whatever is meant to be will be, regardless of how long it takes. If at the time your partner decides he or she cannot wait for you, let him or her go. This is easier said than done, I know, but he or she will be back if you are meant to be together.

Remember that we grow by learning to control ourselves. We avoid being laughed at in primary school by learning to control the urge to go to the toilet and waiting for permission from our teacher. Gymnasts perfect their skills by learning to control their moves. Swimmers become internationally recognized as champions when they learn to control their bodies and their breathing. We become our best selves by learning to control the urge to do what seems easy at the time, but really is detrimental in the long run.

-Bless

Things That Just Do Not Make Sense – To Me

If you have read any of the other articles that I have written, you would have seen that I have ‘a bit’ of an issue with many things in our society that may generally go unnoticed. I have been told that I have a lot of time on my hands, and maybe this is true. Whatever the case may be, I am back to highlight yet another set of thorns I’ve come across.

  • Not too long ago the Guyana Lottery Company produced an advertisement which featured a young man who showed unreciprocated interest in a young lady just after purchasing a lottery ticket. Her reaction was very different, however, after he won and rolled up in his “shiny new ride” adorned in his “bling.” The follow-up to this advertisement featured the same young lady in a club setting with a few friends. She announced to them that she won money through the lottery and upon hearing this, the same young man who had won in the initial advertisement stopped his game of pool and approached her. She responded by showing him the ticket and laughing. What on earth was that supposed to mean? If a different male was used I would have perhaps gotten the point, but it simply made no sense to me. It certainly is no wonder that its life span on television was infinitesimal.
  • I have accurately been called a “Cultural Centre Junkie”, because more than likely, once there is a show I’m there, especially when it pertains to dance. I am seldom late to any production, but am very well-acquainted with the rule that should one arrive late only the side aisles are to be used. The purpose for this, I have been told, is to minimize disturbances to those who have honored the scheduled time. Tell me though, how much sense it makes to make someone use the side aisle when his or her seat is the seat at the centre aisle? Would he or she not disturb more people by excusing him or herself across an entire row? Then again, I may be just a bit daft in this area.
  • The $99.00 store. No further comment.
  • I do not understand why so many people think that it is “cool” to misspell when naming their business. One example—and I am only stating this one because it is the most recent one that I have come across—is the card store in the City Mall called “Kards” something or the other.
  • I was recently at the doctor’s office and while waiting to be attended to I overheard a conversation between two women. They were talking about different ways of preparing the same dish, a conversation which developed into a discussion on healthy eating alternatives. One of the women indicated that she needs to cut down on her oil intake. The other quickly responded: “Yeah girl, especially wit dis cholesterol that goin’ roun’.” I fought so hard to contain my laughter as I thought, “Hmm, so it’s contagious now huh; interesting…”
  • Have you ever been to the doctor’s office and had to take a test which required a urine sample? You are given a clear cup and sent to do your business. This is very likely nothing to fuss about for the majority of the world, but of course I have something to say on the matter. I am always at a loss as to how much is too much, but I do not want to throw away any in case they make some error or simply run out of urine. My suggestion is that the cups be marked with a line indicating the required volume. What do you think?
  • In my opinion one’s toilet should be sort of a sanctuary where one can go to relax and accomplish what one has set out to do in peace. It should be a place free from any kind of excitement and work. Nothing that goes on in there should cause any amount of worry or stress. Why then do some people feel the need to install their toilet paper dispener BEHIND the toilet?Maybe it’s just me, but that tends to interfere with the smooth flow of things.

I find things that get to me on an almost daily basis, but I only recently started recording them. As I inevitably stumble upon more, they will be added.

-Bless

Older, But Still Doing Nonsense

I think it was last year, or may the year before; I do not recall, but I attended one of those AIDS shows at the National Cultural Centre and of course the usual entourage of fashionably-dressed homosexuals presented itself. The majority of the lot was young, but there was an older one. Heavens, you have no idea how annoyed and thoroughly disgusted I was to see him, ah the individual there. One old hard-back cockroach with an earring, a pair of tight pants and a sway in his walk. Here is my take on the matter: homosexuality is wrong; no one is born that way so do not bring that to me. However, if when one is young one experiments, or one has homosexual tendencies because of some abuse one has suffered then alright fine- I believe that with time, counseling and support one can overcome this. But when I see a grown, supposed-to-be “older and wiser” man, walking and swaying with a homosexual entourage, I am most outraged.

Experiment if you must in your young age, but get sense by your winter years.
-Bless