Shame! Shame and more shame!

Dear Editor,
Well! Well! Well! Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the water, up springs another “jaws”, gripping the nation in its vice and readying to rip the nation’s guts out.
Who is surprised, and who is sitting back rocking and laughing non-stop, smirking and jumping up to the sweet sound of “Fire, fire in your wire”, flipping from Rose to Sparrow’s version!

Is this the action of the animal being led to the slaughter? The writer of this play has, at the last moment, added a new chapter, premeditating if there is an island in the sea where a lonely man sits and waits for the bell to toll, or if there is a plot for “only where eagles dare”, led by a daredevil who clamours for an adventure that would take his band of merry men over the red hill. The path is in dangerously unchartered and deep water, and the test of patience is once again tempted.

The antics of a “motion” has brought lots of commotion in conjunction with the preplanned conspiracy of the ingenuity of “mischief afoot.” It is blatantly clear that this nation is once again being taken for a ride, held under siege with the knee on its neck in front seat view of the world, disrespecting a global appeal from the world’s dignitaries to do what is fit and proper!

The waiting game has resonated in tumultuous reverberation, being the hostage, and threating the upsurge of resilience by a nation as its ransom. Frustration is at volcanic level, waiting to overflow in turbulent agitation. But how do you compromise a peeved nation that is currently starving for a next meal, struggling for survival and coping with the repercussions of COVID-19?

One has to wonder whether the past two days had brought a sense of relief, or did it attribute to an escalation in the heartbeat? Many indulged in ambiguity, transparency, uncertainty, convolution, and complacency, guided by an inhibition of mixed and missed information, to bathe the mind and body in tension, scrub with hypotheses, dry with potential, and anoint with burden. The days were glued to the media recklessly wanting what was not required, and the sleepless nights were awakened by trauma with an expectation for more drama. The election saga certainly played havoc with the lives of Guyanese, and brought out the best and the worst in the young and not-so-young, the tempered and the aggressive, the collective and the nonchalant, the gullible and the genius, the naïve and the guiled, the innocent and the guilty.

The silence was perturbing, deafening, as a nation remained in limbo, once again a non-functional charge d’affaires sunk into an abyss that rattled with nerve-racking concealment as a disdained recluse!
Shunning responsibility or lost for words and actions, he failed to once again address the nation with a rebut, or agreement, or caution; with a word of reservation, despite the flow of worldly advice from prominent emissaries, local and international. No wonder many of his supporters have lost faith and are unhesitatingly accepting the conclusion that they were betrayed because of lies, deceits and misguidance. They are finally seeing the brilliant daylight and are coming on board, ready and willing to turn their backs on a regrettable past and move forward with a light heart, determined to work and build a nation that all can enjoy in a peaceful and progressive atmosphere.

The ball has been knocked out of the field, and there is a holdup in play. The indomitable Madam Chair of GECOM has again been placed in an uncomfortable position, and her seat is on fire. Why did the two Coalition Commissioners conveniently absent themselves from today’s meeting?

Premeditation is certainly a preplan to subvert the smooth flow of the electoral process, and to hold the will of the people at the neck. The unacceptable madness continues, and the spoke is in the wheel as the nightmare thwarts its way, preventing a fairytale end.

A nation goes to sleep, deprived of a meal and bed, left standing at a window looking out at a heavy storm in which cats and dogs are raining with heavy thunder and lightning, knowing that this is the end of another beginning! A nation waits in mourning.

What next, Mr. Stranger? You are shining brilliantly in the darkest of nights.
Indeed, the vampires and Dracula will have a feast! Where is the conscience of honesty and integrity? It is the blood bank that needs the blood, and the people have already been sucked dry. Who will have the last laugh?
Shame, Shame, that is my name; what a lad seeking fame, from the dark I came; you thought I’m tame, slowly hopping lame; to drive all of you insane with my dirty game!

Respectfully,
Jai Lall