On the Twelfth Day

By S. Bharrat


I dreamt that the day of revolution would come;

that thousands would storm the city streets

screaming for justice. – Mahadai Dass


The day for revolution has come and gone

and I hear your cry echo the wind

that carries nothing but my brother’s silence:

mouth sealed shut by his own mud and water.

One counterfeit general – his wings beating strong;

his brooches of vanity shining

in God’s eye still – is replaced by a puppet

whose strings are imagined

to save us from our worst fear.

And it is the stringless puppet

who holds back the climbing sun in the sky;

who cements our lips with river mud,

lovingly applying the paste with his rakshas self.

His muddy hand touches our eyes; our hearts, our souls

so that he can be savior; the sacrificial lamb

avoiding an atmosphere of confrontation.

It has been twelve days since he saved us

And only another pen’s ink on the

tenth day softened the mud on my lips.

But our words bring no irrevocable flood.

Instead, waters storm the city streets

raising dirt and filth and waste

that will be shoved down our throats;

drowning a lonely call for justice.

And in all of this, I think of you

and your dead dream and I wonder

if maybe, I swallowed some of the river mud

covering my heart and hardening it.

Or is it that his hand reached into my chest

grabbing it, choking it, smearing it with mud

so that god’s eye would linger on it – drying the water from it

like the puppet sucks the life from them –  until it is a rock in my chest?

Until it pulls heavily on the rotten yarn of my life?

Until, like your dream, I am dead?

(November 22, 2014)

To Ian McDonald

Dear Ian McDonald,

As I sit here this cold, grey morning in Craig Old Road my mind and heart and soul wander through the moments you’ve remembered these past decades. I see now, Ian, if I may be so bold, that there comes a time when a girl must rise and burn the leeches from her skin so that she may forge a sword of metaphors.

Swords, I’m sure you must know, are not only meant for blood. No Ian, some swords have been created to carry flames; flames from the same fire which has kept your dear Martin, our dear Martin burning until now. It is the same fire, Ian, which I have seen in the soul of my Martin.

I have witnessed much more than the man Ian McDonald in A Cloud of Witnesses; I have witnessed my country and region and world. But more importantly Ian, I have been taught by you to see so much more than I’ve been willing to see. And even though, I may not agree with some of what you say, I am honoured that I could drink from this reservoir of yours. Knowledge is never enough. It seems that I have been condemned to thirst until death.

In some ways Ian, I envy you. I am not jealous of Martin, no, I have my own Martin, but I am sorely jealous that you have been able to experience that thing which died long before my birth. You are right though, not all ages can be golden. I am certain that this is an age of lead.

But still, hope is an eternal friend (or foe) of man and so once my Martin lives I have hope. I await the day when the nation recognises that my Martin is really our Martin. You see Ian, men like my Martin (and even your Martin) and maybe one day I may be able to say women like me were not conceived in a womb but in the university of war.

Eternal Gratitude,
Sara Bharrat.

Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go.

Group Accused of Discrimination Against LGBT Students

LGBT students who attend the University of Guyana (Berbice or Turkeyen) are reportedly being discriminated against by a certain student group.

Several reports from students have all alleged that the student group, while in informal settings, has been advising them to vote based on sexual orientation. It is alleged that the group is discouraging persons from voting for other student groups with LGBT members.

Discrimination is a crime against humanity; an inhumane act which bespeaks a lack of honour and integrity. How can UG students trust a group which encourages such discrimination? Clearly, this group is incapable of representing all students.

Homophobia is already a serious enough issue and should not be encouraged by anyone in any manner. It takes great courage and honour to speak out against this sickness. So stand up, speak out against homophobia, be a revolutionary!

Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go.

How to start a revolution across UG’s campuses…

Within the last two weeks, I’ve spoken one on one with random students from the Tain and Turkeyen campuses of the University of Guyana (UG). Like myself, they’re all ready for change. But, how do we start a revolution?

The revolution starts with voting at the upcoming UGSS election.

One young lady looked me in the eye and asked, “Why should I vote though? To put more thieves in?”

Clearly, the recent financial scandal involving the former UGSS president has stripped the body of its integrity.

However, students forget two things:

(1) The last UGSS president was not voted in.

(2) A large percentage of students do not exercise their right to vote.

Hence, the student group which occupies the UGSS office is not representative of the majority of students on campus. Rather, it is representative of the majority of the minority (about 700) which usually votes. This has always been a recipe for disaster.

To my peers who are ready for change, I say only this, come out and vote and bring a friend. This is how we can start our revolution, the likes of which will revive and sustain UG.

On campus, I am a member of the Revolutionaries. However, every student who comes out to vote, whether they vote Revs, SEA or SMART, is a Revolutionary!