IT was a cold morning and as I was not needed in court until 10:00h,  I was taking it easy when all of a sudden I heard a loud explosion and loud crying and moaning. I could not understand what was happening. I rushed to my front window which overlooks Church Street on the south and there I saw a big 10-wheel behemoth of a truck wrapped in black electrical wire upside down lying in the Church Street trench.

On the road nearby were children and adults lying motionless. Crowds were gathering, I went to the telephone and called 911 – but after 10 minutes – the party might have been on their cell phone – gossiping or filling their guts with stale food.

I tried to call the Chief Traffic Officer but got a reply that he was out of office on the East Bank road on duty – maybe he had gone to collect ‘towels’.

When I called the Guyana Power and Light (GPL), regarding the ‘live wires’ lying across the road and those still connected to my house and which were sparking with each blowing of the wind, I was told by this ‘brain’ that I should put my complaint in writing and forward it to the Prime Minister at his Wight’s Lane, Kingston office.

There you have it – ‘efficiency’ – these employees, however, might be computer literate – sorry, I mean ‘computer illiterate’.

The above is what I envisage will happen. Thank God that we are spared a similar earthquake like that in Japan.

Here in Guyana, we need something to wake us up. You never – although they are pushing education – hear children using these two words ‘Please’ or ‘Thank You’.
The above did not really happen but unless we have a catastrophe in Guyana, nothing will be done.