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Anglo-Caribbean nations, Corruption Perception Index, Georgetown/Guyana, Guyana Patriotic Song “My Native Land”, Guyana’s youth, Tennicia De Freitas
Garbage outside the Stabroek Market – Georgetown – Guyana
Source: Guyana Chronicle News, 3 January 2012 (www.guyanachronicle.com)
My love for my native land blossomed at an early age. It found expression in primary school through the patriotic songs I learned and sang with fervor. My favorite song was “My Native Land” by M.A. Cossou. The opening line still evokes that love: “Oh, I care not that others rave over fair lands afar…” At an early age, I believed that I would never leave my native land because there was “none so fair as can compare with my own native land.”(Lyrics available at silvertorch.com/guysongs.)
I delighted in the brilliant red-orange-yellow flowers of the flamboyant trees lining the main avenues of our capital city, Georgetown. Hibiscus hedges, bougainvillea bushes, and croton plants added their vibrant colors to make Georgetown the Garden City of the Caribbean Region.
At high school, I connected with the world through the study of geography. My geography teacher, of Portuguese descent, taught me the importance of using my talents to serve my country and to work towards building a better future for all of our six peoples.
With the end of British colonialism, I believed in our ability to create our own destiny. Our nation’s first Prime Minister, before power and money corrupted his vision, instilled national pride and unity in my impressionable young mind. I sang our National Anthem and looked to our flag with pride.
But the dream I shared with other young people of my generation was all a fairy tale. Corruption soon trickled down from the high ranks of our government and, like the salt air fanning our coastline, corroded our society and destroyed our dream, yet unfulfilled. Garbage dumps across Georgetown, due to lack of funds to pay the garbage collectors, are a visible sign of the prevailing corruptive forces.
In 2011, according to the Corruption Perception Index published by Transparency International (www.transparency.org), Guyana ranked 134 out of 182 nations with a score of 2.5 (on a scale of 0 to 10), putting our nation among the most corrupt in the world. The Index also reveals that we are the most corrupt among our Anglo-Caribbean sister states. The small island nation of Barbados puts us to shame. It ranks among the top twenty least corrupt countries with a score of 7.8.
Our young people, the future of our nation, cannot thrive in a corrupt environment. With the exception of the few who will choose to milk the corrupt system, our talented and skilled young professionals and entrepreneurs will seek “fair lands afar.” Guyana’s Junior Calypso Monarch 2010, Tennicia De Freitas, then 18 years, expressed well the plight of our less fortunate youth in her prize-winning song, “I don’t want to be born.”
When will Guyana’s leaders and adults find the courage and determination to end the endemic corruption corroding the future of its youth?
Reblogged this on Guyanese Online and commented:
This entry is from Rosaliene Bacchus, one of our avid followers and contributors…
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Rosaliene, you have so eloquently expressed my sentiments, that I need not say more, except to say that I grieve for Guyana every day and l long to go back and contribute but when I think about the corruption, I am greatly deterred. Like you, I too love “My Native Land”, also, “My Guyana Eldorado”…best of all the world to me…
Because the young people in Guyana have never seen how beautiful Guyana was, many cannot envision this country as exemplary in South America and the Caribbean.
Thanks for bringing back fond memories…you are a kindred spirit.
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Dear Joseph, thanks so much for sharing your own sentiments. There are many more like you and me in the diaspora who grieve for our Guyana Eldorado.
Corruption has become such a way of life in Guyana that it will require the joint effort of all of its citizens to hold their government accountable and work towards bringing about change. Our young university graduates also need to do their part in demanding change.
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Thanks, Cyril. Much appreciated.
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Thanks Rosalene,
I live and work in Guyana, but everytime i travel abroad, I cry silently for my native land and ask myself where do we begin. I know the answer. Begin from within. If 50 Guyanese who understand the issues,
begin from within, something has got to change . May God help us.
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Dear Restorer, thanks for sharing your concern with me.
I agree with you: change begins from within each one of us. But people must first see the need for change and want to change. The residents of Linden have set the ball rolling in that direction. It’s now up to the rest of the population to join them in bringing about the change needed.
God works through us. We have got to do our part.
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I am sorry for her plight, and I am ashamed for all the corruption going on in Guyana, but the question she should have asked herself, not whether to bring a child in this world but think before she committed the sexual act with the father of the child and whether he would be around to raise and mind the child. Its like putting the horse before the cart. Women have to be more smart and look at life differently. My grandmother told her daughters “always keep your knees together”. Too many children are born and the fathers are never around. Women can do better. just do it.
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Dear Tewarie, thanks for your comments. The problem of teenage pregnancies is a serious one that must be addressed by parents and the community at large.
The song,”I don’t want to be born,” by Tennicia De Freitas is not about teenage pregnancies. The young calypso singer, playing the role of a pregnant teenager, calls attention to the bleak future of children born in poverty in a corrupt nation.
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This is a heartbreaker of a sequence and one which all nations must heed and all individuals must take a responsibility.
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Thanks for sharing our concern about the effects of corruption on future generations.
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