The time was the early sixties there
was political unrest in Guyana schools were on vacation and my aunt Yvonne was
out on strike so was my uncle Wilfred. There was rioting in the capital
Georgetown, and political factions marooning the streets. It was getting close
to Easter my brother Clarence and I were facing the daunting prospects of going
without a kite. In Guyana it is traditional to fly kits on Easter Monday
symbolizing the resurrection of Christ. We were moping around the house feeling
sorry for ourselves and being lazy.
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