#london-guyana

[yellodisney]

[banji-effect]

Sacred to the memory of CHARLES D. WILLIAMS Who on the 8 of Nov. 1843 in a gale of wind at sea was lost Overboard from the Ship Troy on her pas age from London to New York in Lat. 11 deg 45 m. North 56 deg 30 m. West Longitude aged 23 years.

[kittyj58]

Guilty Pleasures Part 1: Movies 🍿🎞️🎬📽️

Guilty Pleasures Part 1: Movies 🍿🎞️🎬📽️

*Any mention of mental illnesses expressed on this post is due to personal experiences, not the opinions of licensed professionals* What movies have you watched more than 5 times? There are but a handful of movies and shows that I’d rather rewatch for the 100th time than to feast my eyes upon something new. New? I don’t know her. (more…) “”

[maskmonday]

Environmental Disaster by B Via Flickr: These figures appear to have struggled along their journey. Despite their formal clothing, the tidemarks on their trousers seem to suggest they waded through water or a flood. Many countries, including Guyana, are at risk of significant flooding due to global warming. Guyana’s agricultural coastal strip covers 10% of the land, houses 90% of the population, and is on average one meter below sea level. The Dutch reclaimed this land during the early colonial period, using slave labour to build a nation-spanning seawall, back-dam and canal system. The carried flag includes images of the land and architecture under threat – landscapes that Locke fears are being washed away in a literal flood of his childhood memories. ...The influence of both Indian and Indo-Caribbean culture can be seen in The Procession, as in much of Locke’s work to date. It is unclear whether the procession participants are wearing masks or if these are their true faces. Several figures and costumes within The Procession reference specific Caribbean Carnival characters from across the region. These include Mother Sally in her voluminous dress, Midnight Robber, wearing a huge, brimmed hat, Pitchy Patchy, dressed in a suit made of tattered, colourful pieces of cloth, and Sailor Mas, inspired by British, French and American naval staff. Each has its histories, and its portrayal differs across the Caribbean. [Tate Britain] Taken in the 2022 Tate Britain Commission: Hew Locke: The Procession (March 2022 – January 2023) A procession is part and parcel of the cycle of life; people gather and move together to celebrate, worship, protest, mourn, escape or even to better themselves. This is the heart of Hew Locke’s ambitious new project, The Procession. The Procession invites visitors to ‘reflect on the cycles of history, and the ebb and flow of cultures, people and finance and power.’ Tate Britain’s founder was art lover and sugar refining magnate Henry Tate. In the installation Locke says he ‘makes links with the historical after-effects of the sugar business, almost drawing out of the walls of the building,’ also revisiting his artistic journey so far, including for example work with statues, share certificates, cardboard, rising sea levels, Carnival and the military. Throughout, visitors will see figures who travel through space and time. Here, they carry historical and cultural baggage, from evidence of global financial and violent colonial control embellished on their clothes and banners, alongside powerful images of some of the disappearing colonial architecture of Locke’s childhood in Guyana. The installation takes inspiration from real events and histories but overall, the figures invite us to walk alongside them, into an enlarged vision of an imagined future. What I try to do in my work is mix ideas of attraction and ideas of discomfort – colourful and attractive, but strangely, scarily surreal at the same time. Hew Locke [Tate Britain]

[nakeddeparture]

Politics: Barbados-Guyana. Podcasters say they don’t want Mia Mottley, et al., in Guyana.

https://youtu.be/ivGbJGMTddU

Keep your blackbelly sheep and your fowl cocks! Naked!!

Like. Share. Subscribe. Comment on YouTube.

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 20 June 1967, boxing legend Muhammad Ali was convicted for refusing the draft for the Vietnam war in Houston, Texas. Ali had been a vocal opponent of the US war, saying “Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go 10,000 miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs?” To try to quell the escalating resistance to the war, Ali was given the maximum sentence of five years imprisonment and a $10,000 fine. But their efforts were unsuccessful, and the anti-war movement continued to grow. Despite the Nation of Islam beginning to distance themselves from Ali, demonstrations supporting him took place around the world, from Egypt to Guyana to London to Ghana. Four years later his conviction was overturned by the Supreme Court. Ali had no regrets: "I wasn’t trying to be a leader. I just wanted to be free. And I made a stand all people, not just Black people, should have thought about making, because it wasn’t just Black people being drafted. The government had a system where the rich man’s son went to college, and the poor man’s son went to war. Then, after the rich man’s son got out of college, he did other things to keep him out of the Army until he was too old to be drafted." Learn more about the movement against the Vietnam war in our podcast episodes 43-46: https://workingclasshistory.com/2020/09/23/e43-46-the-movement-against-the-vietnam-war-in-the-us/ https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=647623424077543&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

[naomis-daydream]

essence in the air // letitia wright

summary: interviewer!reader. it seems there’s a lot of underlying chemistry between you and your interviewee, Letitia Wright

a/n: saw clips of tish flirting w interviewers and here we are. i included a lil piece inspired by @drletitiawright and @aaliyg talking about a Dr kink 😏

warnings: just fluff. flirty reader and flustered tish. reader is from the Dominican Republic and speaks Spanish (very minimal)

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you exhale softly as you get last minute touch ups to hair and makeup. you glance across from you to look at your interviewee—Letitia Wright. she was dressed in a off white hoodie with matching sweats, a black jacket, and air forces, scrolling on her phone while her glasses reflect the bright screen.

you were very excited for this interview. you had gotten great reviews from many stars and prided yourself on having laidback, fun sessions with all guests for Essence Magazine. from Lashana Lynch to Keke Palmer, your issue of celebrity interviews in the magazine and on their channel had been something viewers looked forward to, which was very beneficial for your paycheck.

she looks up, catching your gaze as she offers a smile. you return the gesture, crossing your legs in the lounge chair. “you ready?” you ask as the cosmetologists left.

she inhales sharply, “yep, though i wish you’d told me about the dress code,” she says, eyeing your exposed legs from the slit in your dress. “i would’ve come in something nicer.”

“girl, you’d look good in a trash bag. besides, the whole point of this is for you to have fun and be comfortable. as long as that’s happening, you’re good.”

“says the one wearing a body con dress,” she says as you wave a hand at her. “you go out in designer everyday, you’ll be good for 30 minutes, hon.” she laughs, humming in agreement.

the tech guy comes in, cueing you as the cameraman starting rolling.

“hey guys, I’m y/n y/l/n with Essence Magazine, and today i’m here with esteemed movie star, devoted Christian, and—as of recent weeks— doctor in arts and letters, miss letitia wright. how you doing, angel?”

a smile dances across her face, eyes surely lighting up behind her black sunglasses. “wow, what an introduction. thank you. i-i’m well, how are you?”

“great, thank you,” you begin. “so, tell me a little about how you earned your doctorate, what’s it in, and what it means to you?”

she sighs briefly, “man, it’s um, it’s definitely an honor, such a blessing to even be considered for something like that. it’s in arts and letters, as you said, and to have it come from a school in my home country, Guyana, made it that much more…moving for me. i’ve been acting since I was a teenager and never dreamed of any of this happening.” she said, gesturing around us with her hands. “from small projects in London to…”

“being an international award-winning actress?”

“yes! it’s all a lot, but being recognized for my work is-is great.” she finishes.

“do any of your friends or family use the title or is it just a formality?”

“nah, after i got it some did as a lil joke but for the most part I’m same ol tish.”

so, can I call you doctor?” you tease.

she laughs lightly, shaking her head. though her words contradict her as she replies. “i-i suppose so, yeah, yeah you can.”

“dr. wright.” you said. “has nice ring to it. though mrs. wright wouldn’t sound too bad either.”

her laughter was fuller this time. “bad. you are bad.”

you shrug lightly, a knowing smile on your face.

“but in all seriousness, it’s nice to see representation for Afro Caribbeans out here. being an inspiration for so many across the world, and a role model for young people everywhere to see someone who looks like them, who comes from a place like them, on screen. we don’t see enough of us gettin’ our flowers. I’m glad you are.”

she nods humbly. “you Caribbean? stop playin, what part?”

“la República Dominicana, act like you know,” you said smiling. She hummed in admiration. “oh, the accent, ok I see you. you speak any Spanish?”

“eres muy hermosa y tienes mucho talento.”

you’re very beautiful and have so much talent.

you say the short sentence to her, none of which she understands, yet she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees as she listened. “i don’t know what you said, but it sounded hella good,” she smiles.

you shook head as you laughed. “man, you something else,” you said as you looked at her again, to which she put her hands up in defense.

“speaking of accents, in a lot of your productions you’re seen using your regular British accent, as well as those from various parts of Africa.”

“mmhm.”

“yet, we rarely hear you with an american accent onscreen. can you give me your best american accent right now?”

“right now?” she asks, pointing down.

“right now, go.”

she shakes her shoulders out before turning to the camera. “hey y’all, i’m letitia wright here with Essence Magazine,” she says in the absolute worst attempt of a southern accent you’ve ever heard.

your eyes go wide before you bust out laughing, shaking your head. “come on, now. don’t do me like that,” she says, a shy smile on her face.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you begin as you calm yourself. “it’s just refreshing to know there’s something you’re not good at.”

“i haven’t had any roles that require an american accent yet, so there’s time to perfect it.” you nod in agreement.

“so for the real question of the hour,” you say as she leans back in her seat, waiting for you to continue. “why you always got them glasses on?”

she smacks her teeth, trying—and failing—to suppress the smirk that grows on her face. “man, i thought we were gonna get deep.”

“oh, we can get deep, angel. i mean, why hide the eyes? the windows to the soul. i bet you have a beautiful soul, yet the entire time you’ve been here i haven’t got to see for myself.”

“my eyes or my soul?” she asks, tilting her head back.

you open your mouth to respond, yet can’t find the words. you begin to smile as she points at you. “ahh, i got you there, huh?” she says, grills glowing under the studio lights.

you roll your eyes as you reply. “alright, alright. don’t let it happen again.”

“my bad, baby girl. here,” she says, reaching up to take off her shades. “to make it up to you.” she sets them down on the small glass table between you.

“aw, thank you, dr. wright.” you say, thankful for the gift of melanin, and blush applied previously, that the heat rising to your face isn’t visible.

“so?”

“so…”

“my eyes…do they live up to your expectations?”

you lean forward, not missing the way her eyes drop to your cleavage as she does the same. you pause to really look at her, defined jawline, toned skin, fresh haircut, before going back up to her eyes.

“they are…subpar.” you say, swiping her glasses from the table as you slide them over your eyes.

“wow,” she says, bringing a hand to her heart as she leaned back. “it’s like that?”

you wave her off. “i’m just teasing, relax,” you assure as she mumbles, “yeah, ok.”

with the glasses off, you can really feel her gaze on you, though luckily part of yours is hidden this time.

“now look who’s hiding,” she comments, nodding her chin up at you.

“a nice change of pace. i think i look good, right? real official.”

she laughs before she responds. “yeah, you look good.”

you smile as you take them off, putting them on the neckline of your dress.

“so, can I count on seeing you at Essence Fest?” you ask with a sickeningly sweet smile, one that prevents her from answering with anything other than yes. “yeah, yeah you’ll see me there.” she replies while nodding with a smile.

you turn to the cameraman, “ok, i think we’re good!” you turn back to her, “thanks again for coming! it’s been a joy to have you.”

“thank you for having me. truly one of the best interviews i’ve had in a long time.”

“just doing my job, angel.”

she shakes her head, looking at the floor. “of course, of course. would you mind if we have a picture?”

“not at all,” you say, going to sit on the arm of her chair. you do a few sitting, her signature smize and a couple hand motions. you both get up to do standing shots, some with her hands clasped in front of her and others with her arm around your middle.

once you’re done she pulls you in for a hug. your hands slide up her shoulder blades as hers find their way around your waist once more. she gives you a caring squeeze which you reciprocate. you feel pressure between your chests which makes you pull away as you realize. “oh! don’t forget your glasses,” you pull them from the hem of your dress, extending a hand towards her.

“please, keep ‘em,” she assures, giving you one last smile—small yet warm—before heading out.

“bye, doctor!” you call as she leaves.

she turns around, walking backwards with her hands in her pockets. “see you soon.”

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you packed up for the day, locking up your office and the main studio. walking out the building, your stride pauses as you feel your phone buzz in you purse. you pull it out to see a notification from instagram.

letitiawright started following you

you smiled at the message, seeing you missed two others from a couple hours ago.

letitawright mentioned you on their story

letitawright tagged you in a post

liked by essence, danaigurira, and others

letitiawright new issue of @essence for the March 2023 issue. You can watch the interview on their channel and see the wonderful photos this spring✨

koffee 😍🖤

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a/n: best believe she looked up whatever the hell you said and blushed

[fatehbaz]

This was a world [...] of breathtaking extremes: on one end were early modern European aristocrats who decorated their salons with sugar sculptures; on the other were millions of enslaved men and women, overwhelmingly of African origin, who were overworked so mercilessly on Caribbean plantations [...].

In the late 1600s, sugar confectioneries were introduced into Siam by a [...] woman of Japanese and Portuguese descent, Marie Guyemar de Pinha [...], who married the king’s Greek prime minister. Two centuries later, a sugar planter like Leonard Wray could effortlessly move between the Malay Peninsula, Natal (in today’s South Africa), and the American South, receiving land in Algeria from Napoleon III and conducting sugar experiments under the auspices of the former governor of South Carolina. Bosma traces the rise of a sugar bourgeoisie in places like Java, the Caribbean, Louisiana, and Brazil that was, by its very definition, transnational. Sugar, after all, constantly required new commodity frontiers as cane monoculture ravaged the soil and turned lush tropical forests into wastelands. Politics and war accelerated this scramble for new frontiers. [After the formal legal abolition of chattel slavery in British territories] [a] man like John Gladstone -- father of British prime minister William -- had to quickly pull up stakes in Demerara (in today’s Guyana) and Jamaica in 1840 and try his luck in deltaic Bengal instead. [...]

Of course, many of those transnational connections were sealed through acts of unspeakable brutality. [...] The workings of the slave-sugar economy [...] guaranteed that the enslaved were reduced to the absolute wretched of the earth [...]. Slaves were shuttled across the Atlantic’s western littoral as new sugar frontiers developed and as European colonies were gained [...]. Saint-Domingue sugar workers might have cast away their chains during the Haitian Revolution, but French planters simply carried those chains across the Windward Passage to Cuba, where they got to work establishing a new, brutal sugar frontier powered by yet more slaves. Equally unsettling, [...] the abolition of slavery in the British Empire in 1834 was followed [...] by the resumption of British mass imports of slave-grown sugar from areas beyond London’s imperial control. Sugar from Brazil and Cuba was simply cheaper, and business and consumer interests trumped any questions of morality. [...] [W]ith massive refinery complexes lining the waterfronts of American and European cities, the commodity remained utterly reliant on slavery, coerced labor, and - in places like Java, where the Dutch designed a system of forced cultivation - suppressed land rights. [...] [G]rossly impoverished workers were cheaper and more easily dispensable. [...] Sugar was only profitable when churned out in mass quantities: consequently, sugar industrialists deliberately overproduced, which artificially drove down prices (and workers’ wages).

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All text above by: Dinyar Patel. ‘Sugar, Slavery, and Capitalism: On Ulbe Bosma’s “The World of Sugar”’. Published online by LA Review of Books. 9 May 2023. [Some paragraph breaks and contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

[wildandmoody]

GROUP: Classical music

Highlights from the Ballet - Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker - Bolshoi Theatre Orchestra (1966)

^this was a record i randomly found in my closet when we were moving out, and I had no idea where it came from. I play it every Christmas.

Franz Berwald Symphony in E flat - London Symphony Orchestra (1968)

Middle row: Bach Brandenburg Concerti No. 1-6 - Württemburg Chamber Orchestra (1968)

The Halle Orchestra - Tchaikowsky's Symphony No. 6 in B Minor & Symphony No. 5 in E Minor (unknown years, probably sometime between 1964-67)

GROUP: Vintage OSTs

The Salsoul Orchestra - Christmas Jollies (1976)

Technically not an OST i guess but it was definitely a soundtrack of my childhood, as this orchestra was very popular in Guyana and my family plays this album everyyy holiday season without fail.

Richard Rodgers - The Sound of Music OST (1967)

Scenes From Gershwin's Porgy And Bess (1963)

This is another record my mom gifted me and I'm not sure why bc I can only tolerate opera when I'm listening to it live. Still a cool thing to have I guess and it's the oldest record in my collection currently.

[lboogie1906]

Prime Minister Sargeant Robert Milton Cato (June 3, 1915 - February 10, 1997) was a Vincentian politician who served as the first Prime Minister of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines and held the office of Prime Minister of Saint Vincent and Chief Minister of Saint Vincent before independence. He was the leader of the Saint Vincent Labour Party which guided the country to independence in 1979.

He was born in Saint Vincent, British Windward Islands. He was employed by a solicitor (attorney) in Kingstown and began his legal career. He was admitted to the Middle Temple Bar. He joined the First Canadian Army, attaining the rank of sergeant, and served on active duty in France, Belgium, Holland, and Germany during WWII.

He became involved in politics. He co-founded the Saint Vincent Labour Party. He was elected Prime Minister (1967) as leader of the Saint Vincent Labour Party and was instrumental in improving the island’s economic situation. He was the first Prime Minister of Saint Vincent when the island attained statehood (1969). His Labour Party lost the 1972 election and the Opposition Leader became Prime Minister. His party and its coalition partners won the 1974 election.

He served as prime minister (1974-84) coalition broke up in the mid-1970s. He invited the public to submit proposals for an independent constitution, he led a delegation to a constitutional conference in London to prepare for Saint Vincent’s transition to full independence. When Saint Vincent achieved political independence on October 27, 1979, he became the first Prime Minister of Saint Vincent. His government did not support other socialist governments nearby, such as those in Cuba, Grenada, and Guyana, because he rejected Marxism. He allied himself with pro-Western governments in Trinidad and Tobago and Barbados and cooperated with them on economic and defense issues.

He was married to Lucy-Ann Alexandra Cato. She was a member of the St Vincent Infant Welfare Maternity League, the Thompson Home Committee, and the Saint Vincent Music Council. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[muspeccoll]

We're celebrating #ArchivesUnderTheSea today with NARA and friends, and we have a series of fishes for you. These are from Fishes of British Guiana by R. H. Schomburgk (1860). Schomburgk was an explorer who was commissioned by the Royal Geographical Society of Britain to explore and document the flora and fauna of Guyana. He carried out his expeditions between 1835 and 1839, and first published his research on the natural history of the region in 1840.

Schomburgk, Robert H., et al. Fishes of British Guiana. W. H. Lizars ; London, 1860.

[yellodisney]

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To The Most Amazing Actresss Of Guyana 🇬🇾 That You Ever Did See Or Heard Of.  The Most Marvelous Actress In The MCU & The Sister Of King T'Challa Herself🖤.

She was born on 31 October 1993 in Georgetown, Guyana. She has one brother, Ivan Bombokka. Her family moved to London, England, when she was eight years old, and she attended Northumberland Park Community School. while her brother relocated to Europe.

She is a Guyanese-British actress. She began her career with guest roles in the television series Top Boy, Coming Up, Chasing Shadows, Humans, Doctor Who, and Black Mirror. For the latter, she received a Primetime Emmy Award nomination. She then had her breakthrough for her role in the 2015 film Urban Hymn, for which the British Academy of Film and Television Arts (BAFTA) named Wright among the 2015 group of BAFTA Breakthrough Brits.

In 2018, she attained global recognition for her portrayal of SHURI 

IN THE  MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE  FILM  BLACK PANTHER, for which she won an NAACP Image Award and a SAG Award. She reprised the role in Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Avengers: Endgame (2019), and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022). In 2019, she received the BAFTA Rising Star Award. She also appeared in Steve McQueen's 2020 anthology series Small Axe, which earned her a Satellite Award nomination.

On 1 February 2023, she was awarded an Honorary Doctorate in Arts and Letters from the University of Guyana at an Extraordinary Convocation Ceremony.

PLEASE WISH

THE SOON TO BE NEW QUEEN OF THE AFRICAN NATION OF WAKANDA 🌍  HERSELF, SHURI

A VERY HAPPY WAKANDAN BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU KNOW HER

YOU LOVE HER 🖤

& YOU JUST CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HER, UNLESS THERE IS A CHALLENGE DAY

FOR THERE IS NO CHALLENGE TODAY

PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR

THE 1 &

ONLY.

MS. LETITIA WRIGHT🇬🇾 🖤 🌍  AKA PRINCESS 👸🏿 SHURI OF WAKANDA 🌍

HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY TO YOU 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 MS. WRIGHT & HERES TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

LETITIA FOREVER 🖤🙅🏿‍♂️

#LetitiaWright  #Shuri #BlackPanther #WakandaForever

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Twenty Three.

Waving over K1 “you think he will know a thing though?” Slaw said “I doubt it, but I can’t just you know say I didn’t do a thing” Rylee is calling at the same time “aaahhhh the wife is calling, you have to pick that up now. You can’t ignore that” Slawn hit my arm laughing “shut up bro” answering the call “hey” I said, “this guy being coy saying hey” Slawn said to Wadz in the back “where are you? I am at your apartment?” I opened my mouth and then closed it “bro” dapping K1 “what you doing there? You never said?” she didn’t tell me she was coming “do I have to book in an appointment with you?” the guys are laughing “nah, I am not saying that, but people do leave their place, so I just didn’t know, that is all. Are you there like right now?” Slawn keeps laughing, it’s making me mad “I am outside the door Oakley yes you right, I am here so where are you?” rubbing the side of my face “I just needed to see my boy in west, I will be there, but you know how traffic is in London, I could be an hour. I can come to yours if you want?” how was I supposed to even know “so you’re saying I should book appointments in with you? What is even the point, we was texting in the morning you didn’t even mention it, what is wrong with you” K1 moved away from my car laughing “alright, look I will be an hour. Go and get yourself a coffee, I will be there. Relax” she is so mad “relax? You didn’t even mention shit, you telling me to relax, I came here to surprise you” I groaned out “Lee! Just listen to me, go and sit at the coffee shop and drink something, just relax. It’s not that deep, I will be there ok?” she is so mad “I need to go Lee” I said to her “oh so something bigger then me came up” Slawn was done, he just yelped out and I just side eyed him “oh you with the boys, say that then!” she spat and put the phone down “she is one hundred percent on her period my boy” Slawn pointed “the fuck was that about?” K1 made his way back to the car “I don’t know, women are psychotic, but forget that, tell me you seen my brother or what? You can’t fucking miss him, the guy is in a fucking wheelchair” K1 shrugged “I went to Sky house too bro, he ain’t there. Nobody seen him, I peeped my friends over at SW and SE and they ain’t seen him at all, he dipped. But I will keep an eye out for him, he can’t have gone far, has he just dipped from the house” nodding my head “yeah, he took the box of cash from under his bed and gone. He ain’t take nothing, but how he do that alone, he is in a wheelchair for now, but thanks anyways, tell me if you see anything” dapping him “cool, cool. Hope you find him” nodding my head.

Rubbing the side of my face, the boys came back to my apartment but then I told Rylee I am here, and she said she is busy so fine, I mean she never told me she was going to come to see me so how was I supposed to know she was coming, she will get over it eventually “maybe he went to Guyana, he took his passport?” Wadz made a point “yeah I can call Ana, erm maybe Spain because dad would take him there a lot, but why. Fucking dickhead man, why did he need to do this, stressing people out for nothing. I knew when he was going he would dip, my mom is having a meltdown. You know he knows how to ruin my vibe, just makes me mad” I am mad with him now “he get it from his dad” Wadz said and he ain’t wrong “fuck” walking off to the door, someone is here and that could be Rylee to be honest. She gets so mad for nothing, I have so much on my mind that it may have slipped when I was texting her, looking through the peephole and it’s her. Dragging open the door “it’s ridiculous really” nodding my head opening the door wider “why are you being dense? Is it the time of the month” closing the door “don’t you dare blame that ok” she pointed “I last saw you two days ago, not even anything else from you. Just texts, two fucking days!” she shouted, “then I found out from your mom, I called at the coffee shop that Juke is missing so it makes sense but why couldn’t you tell me?” I shrugged “because he knows how to ruin shit, you was celebrating with the family” I said “and the man I am engaged too isn’t there Oakley, of course I am mad. You didn’t turn up to the meal my auntie did, how you think I am going to feel” nodding my head “I am sorry” I apologised “don’t be sorry, fucking tell me. I am marrying into your family too, I should know these things, god” she walked off to the living room, I have just been all over really “oh you all been laughing in the background, right” she said seeing the boys in there.

“I think Imani knows something” Wadz blurted it out “the elephant in the room, and I am saying she knows something, and we should ask her” looking at Rylee “yeah I haven’t spoken to her since I threw my phone at her and she doesn’t stay at my house, I haven’t seen her since, but my parents know where she is, of course. She is with Momo; I know that for sure. But Oakley my parents are doing another get together with people, I need you to be there, this is why I came. I needed to see you about that” nodding my head “cool, I will be there. What time?” Rylee laughed “you’re coming with me now; I don’t trust you with timings ok” I chuckled “oh I see how it is then. But a get together for what? What happens?” I don’t get it “just like drinks and food at my house, talk about things, no big groups, just us” nodding my head, I was going to say my mom be there but no, she won’t be “ok cool” nodding my head “also I got you this” she opened her bag “probably a gun to shoot you, man you need it sometimes” I laughed “maybe you right” taking the box from her, opening the box and it’s a ring “you proposing to me?” I asked “you wear the ring, you’re engaged Oakley” I pulled a face “men wear these? Ain’t it a girl thing? I don’t get it, so I wear one. I don’t really wear rings though” Slawn snorted laughing “brother!” he spat “I don’t really wear rings but when you chose too, you do? You want to argue with me” shaking my head “nah, I am just saying that like men don’t wear them, just when we married yeah, engagement is your thing” Wadz cleared his throat “read the room bro” looking at him “read the fucking room bro” he spat “she ain’t asking you, she is telling you to wear it, like it’s not an optional toy, even I peep that” looking at Rylee “you’re pissing me off, I swear” looking at the ring “so you want me to wear it?” Slawn huffed out “forgive him” he defended me “nah, I am asking. You want me to do it?” I think she is going to kill me “what do you suppose you do with it? Put on your pencil dick!?” she spat “fucking making me mad for Oakley! You fucking change your clothes and let’s go!” she shouted.

I purposely wore sweatpants and a tee, because like I am not really in the mood for it, but I am doing it for her, I am there for her so she should appreciate that. Rubbing my face as I left my bedroom “it’s not even that, like even you boys know what I mean by that, and he purposely acts stupid for what? Like Wadz you know what I want, and he acts like he don’t understand why do that, I hate it” she is complaining about me to my friends “I think he is just upset about Juke going missing” Slawn said “but he didn’t tell me, how you think I felt?” she said “but it’s a positive moment he didn’t want to ruin by this, my boy has a lot to learn. I love him but he still got a lot to learn you know” walking into the room “you boys going to keep a watch out for him yeah, for me” I asked “I got you, I will ask some of my people” nodding my head “let’s go then” I said to Rylee “so you not going to wear the ring? I bought you that ring to wear” she is really doing this “does it matter if I wear it or not? I am engaged to you; I will wear it but right now you’re annoying me to do it for what? I will fucking do it” Slawn put his hands up “brother women always win” I put a finger up at him “me and you are going to argue in the car” she walked by me “women win, brother” waving him off “I think you want an argument; I think you enjoy it really. One simple task and you can’t do it, why do I have to argue, why? You’re not a child” opening the door “so what difference does it make if I wear it? huh? Because ain’t no bitch will care about a ring, shit is nothing” Rylee stormed off “you’re so rude! It means something to me!” she shouted “to you yeah” closing the door.

Rylee is mad, I can feel it. She is very angry with me, but she is quiet which is peace “you want to post it? Walid has done the video?” I broke the silence in the car “the hell I do, my supposed fiancé can’t even wear a ring? Like no, shut up Oakley” I expected that from her “so if I wear the ring will that make you happy?” Looking over at her “at this point I want you to sell it, I don’t even want you to do it now. You make me so sad” oh she is crying now “I don’t even care for anything Oakley, I take you for how you are, I was so excited to give you that. I am so happy to marry you and now you ruined it by doing that!? And now you’re like oh let’s post it, no fucking not I won’t be posting anything!” I smiled “Lee, come on. Just let’s talk about it, you’re very emotional. I apologise, I do. I came at it wrong, I just suppose I didn’t think that really a guy would need to wear one?” I am being genuine here “then you talking about cheating, if a bitch wants to cheat they will. Why are you thinking that” she is not stopping at all “ok” I just said “yeah Oakley, ok. Now you made me cry, I hope you’re happy” she is on her period, I just know it. Driving into the drive through “you want anything?” I asked “not from you!” She spat “alright” putting the window down “welcome to Starbucks” I smiled “can I have a medium Latte please” looking at Rylee “do you want anything?” She looked at me “ice latte” I laughed “what is funny” looking away from her “and an ice latte, large one please. That’s it” driving off “what’s so funny? Like how is this even funny to you? You’re making me mad” I groaned out “because I know you, I know you’re hormonal, because this situation wouldn’t upset you like this and be this dramatic, relax. It’s fine, I apologise for how I came across, just I have a lot of things. Alright” looking at the barista “oh” she said “you need any sugars” shaking my head “nah” sighing out “are you done yet” reaching my hand over and she hit my hand away “oh my god, why are you crying still?” She is so emotional “why did you try and touch me” I have to laugh “Lee, man, what is happening to you? You’re screwing with my brain right now; please tell me are you on your period?” I need to know “yes, why does that have a meaning Oakley, it’s your fault” makes perfect sense now then “damn” I just said, she is very sad and I know it’s because of the hormones I guess “the ice latte” the lady passed me it “here, for you” she took the drink “thank you” she sounded so cute with her emotional self “it’s ok” I chuckled, she is funny “you want anything else?” I asked “a brownie please” looking back at the lady taking my latte “can I have a brownie please, then I’ll pay. Hey” waving, someone is recording of course.

I parked up in the parking lot “you’re very emotional you know that” putting the car in park “you think? I like this brownie though, thank you” I grinned “so we friends again?” She pulled a face “can we talk then? Like come on” turning in my seat to face her “you go first, you can watch me eat” I grinned “you’re happy init now, stuffing your face with chocolate. Alright then” she’s funny “also I had another period, like I don’t understand why, it’s just upset me. I just had my period and then two weeks later this, I don’t know, maybe stopping contraception and then we had sex, lots of things but like you didn’t cum in me so like it shouldn’t be a problem but it was. But just stressed, my hormones are all over and then yeah, but go on sorry” I frowned “why didn’t you say that then?” I am confused “and say what? Oakley I am having two periods and here is a ring I want you to wear” she is so sarcastic “well yeah” I grinned “seriously though, you want to go to the doctors or something?” She shook her head “I think I’ll be fine unless it happens again then I will be concerned” nodding my head “look I just didn’t want to drag you into this thing with my brother and the whole thing, like yeah he’s disappeared so I am trying to find him. He has a shoe box of cash he has and it’s gone so like I’ve been just doing that, I didn’t want to drag you into this” Rylee shook her head “yeah I am happy, I want to celebrate with you Oakley, you can’t just dip on me and then expect me to be ok. Then when I come you’re weird with me, you’re meant to be my husband. And ok Juke and I don’t get along but he’s affecting so I need to know and I do want to know he’s safe also, he can’t have gone far, he’s in a wheelchair?” I shrugged “I thought the same, nobody seen him. He went in a taxi and that was it, he just gone. I don’t know, I don’t want to hear he did what my dad did. He has many traits of him, like he needs to stop thinking he lost me, I just need to speak to him” I am worried about him “I understand, we will find him. I will help you, I’m sorry” I shook my head “nah, don’t be. It’s fine. I may have been dense about the ring thing, so I do apologise ok” Rylee reached over and held my hand “I love you Oakley, and I did invite your mom, she is upset about Juke, so that is why I knew. But please next time tell me, you don’t burden me” nodding my head “I appreciate you inviting my mother” she didn’t need to but she did for me.

Aziel came running as soon as I came into the house “Awww son, you miss me?” He hugged me so tight “lots! I call you” I furrowed my eyebrows “when?” Walking into the home “I did!” He spat, he probably did “I’m sorry, I’m here now though” Robyn came out of nowhere “well you both took ages, come and sit down. We have been waiting to eat” walking into the dining room “awwww” I laughed, seeing the balloons saying congratulations “just something with the family, just us together” even Imani is here “thank you” I said, dapping Chris as I went along the way down to the seat to sit down “you sit here” pulling the chair out so I can sit Aziel down “I will sit here next to you” placing him down “sit with me” Aziel said “I am” sitting down “see, I am here” smiling at him “I missed you” patting the top of his head “nice to see you Oakley, we do have things we want to discuss” letting out an oh “you really are in your own world” I did a double take “oh shit, Damson, bro” reaching over and dapping him “my bad, just have a lot on, hey Ti. Look at you family table? Already, you got early access because you Franklin Saint” we both laughed “what can I say but bro, any sign of your bro” shaking my head “nah, how you know?” I never said it to him “just because I’m an actor now don’t mean I lost touch, one of my boys got a text asking and he said it to me, hope you find him” nodding my head “how come he left?” Ti asked “because he’s selfish, he knows this is wrong. He just, I don’t know he feels he’s lost everyone and my engagement triggered his loneliness I guess” I shrugged “damn bro” Damson said “Imani if you know where Juke is, speak fucking now or I will beat you again for lying” Rylee half shouted “I don’t know and who cares, he’s free now” Imani smiled at me.

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Good morning 💜 #BHM

Black History Month

Edmond Montague "Eddy" Grant

Muscian, vocalist, producer, Ice record label owner, music publisher, Blue Wave studio owner and owner of Ice Records.

Eddy Grant was born 5 March 1948 in Plaisance, British Guyana. He came to England in 1960 when his parents sent for him to join them in Stoke Newington London.

In 1965, Eddy formed his first band, the Equals, long before the days of 2-Tone, the group was unique in being the first of Britain's multi-racial bands to receive any recognition. The West Indian contingent comprised of Jamaican-born singer Lincoln Gordon, with his twin brother Derv and Grant both on guitar, while the rhythm section of bassist Patrick Lloyd and drummer John Hall were native-born white Englishmen.

Eddy went onto have a successful solo career both sides of the Atlantic, his hit Electric Avenue was inspired by the Brixton riots.

Eddy Grant stands among an elite group of artists as one who has not just merely moved successfully across the musical spectrum, but has actually been at the forefront of genres and even created one of his own. From pop star to reggae radical, musical entrepreneur to the inventor of ringbang, the artist has cut a swath through the world of music and made it his own.

Credit:

Jo-Ann Greene

Source:

https://www.allmusic.com/artist/eddy-grant-mn0000796763/biography

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Walter Roth Museum of Anthropology Guyana

Near the president's residence, this small museum has few genuine artifacts...;

Here you will learn how the natives lived and lived before the English came to the country! People's fishing gear - canoes, household items and much more, can be seen in this Anthropological Museum. This is also the first story of the country of Guyana, which was populated by several different Indian tribes! INTERESTING!

Great knowledge about the Guyanese people. The last part was truly educational as the curator educated me on the stones, writing, and ways of the indigenous people. If you want to know more about the original inhabitants of the country, visit this museum.

Walter Roth

British anthropologist

Born: April 2, 1861, London, United Kingdom

Died: April 5, 1933, Georgetown, Guyana

Awards: Clarke Medal

Anthropology is the scientific study of humanity, concerned with human behavior, human biology, cultures, societies, and linguistics, in both the present and past, including past human species.

Walter Roth - Wikipedia

Anthropology

Field of study

An anthropologist with indigenous American people

Anthropology is the scientific study of humanity, concerned with human behavior, human biology, cultures, societies, and linguistics, in both the present and past, including past human species

Anthropology - Wikipedia

PS: Images & View credits is from diffrent pages of Web

My anthropologist partner dislikes the 1.20 update because it refers to pieces of pottery as "shards" rather than the correct term, "sherds"