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The first thing I want to do is to give condolences from my narrow circle and myself to the relatives and communities who have suffered as a result of the dormitory fire at the Mahdia secondary school.
The unspeakable situation at Mahdia is a challenge and an indictment to all the groups that call themselves citizens. This is a call to all alert citizens, especially to the Guyana Bar Association, and Guyana Human Rights Organization, and civil society groups to see to it that the laws of Guyana are no further evaded in the investigation of this tragedy. Continue reading
The government this morning provided the figure for those killed.
On her Facebook page, Education Minister Priya Manickchand provided the following update:
“Standing in what remains of the Mahdia Female Dormitory that housed 59 students less than 12 hours ago. 56 girls were present at the time , 3 went home with their families for the weekend.
Children housed at the dorms came from the communities of Karisparu, El Paso, Micobie and Chenapao.
Flooding in Guyana, especially in Georgetown, is a common occurrence.
The link about shows you a recent flood situation that seems unsolvable by the Government.
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GUYANA: 132 CARMICHAEL STREET — WEEKENDS
Stabroek News–May 14, 2023 – By Stanley Greaves
FRIDAY
Today was payday. Waterfront workers received wages from the pay office of companies. My Father’s was Sandbach Parker Ltd. Sometimes when he was working elsewhere I had to take his tag, a piece of round copper stamped with a number to receive his pay. Men in the line would ask questions about my identity then send me to the head of it.
Women consorts and common- in- law wives would be waiting outside to secure the household money. Most men usually went to rumshops to celebrate the end of a work week. Huston’s Rum Shop and Bar was conveniently situated in Robb Street between Main and Water Streets near Sandbach Parker. When my Father came home I would examine his pocket. If the rounded end of a big can of sardines or salmon in tomato sauce revealed itself I knew that he had earned twelve dollars, a good week. I eagerly awaited Sunday morning.
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