Ottawa City to Host May 21, 2017 Guyana Day in Celebration of Canada’s 150th Anniversary

Ottawa City to Host May 21, 2017 Guyana Day in Celebration of Canada’s 150th Anniversary

All roads will lead to the City of Ottawa on Sunday, May 21, 2017 to join in the Guyanese-Canadian Community’s hosting of ‘Guyana Day 2017,’in celebration of Canada’s 150th Anniversary of Confederation and Guyana’s 51’t Anniversary of independence. Under the theme ‘Enhancing the awareness of Guyana in Canada’s Sesquicentennial Year,’ Guyana Day 2017 will be held under the patronage of H. E. Clarissa Riehl, High Commissioner of the Republic of Guyana to Canada.   

This collaborative event between the Guyana High Commission, the Guyana Consulate Toronto and Guyanese Diaspora communities from Ottawa, Toronto and Montreal is being held at the Horticulture Building in the City of Ottawa’s Lansdowne Urban Park, commencing at 10:00 am and concluding at 6:00 pm and will be opened to the public free of charge.

The event will feature an exciting programme of activities which include informative displays by Guyana Tourism and Go-lnvest, exhibitions of Guyanese art and crafts and Guyanese-Canadian manufactured food products, a Food Court, children’s interactive activities as well as cultural shows featuring outstanding local and Guyana based entertainers.

Guyana Day 2017 will replace the Annual Guyana Festival for this year only. Thousands of Guyanese-Canadians are expected to head to Ottawa to participate in the ‘Guyana Day 2017’ celebrations which will coincide with the Tulip Festival at Lansdowne Park and the Victoria Day holiday weekend.

Contact:         DOWNLOAD: Press Release – Guyana Day 2017

  • High Commissioner
  • Guyana High Commission Ottawa
  • 800-151 Slater Street, Ottawa, ON K1P 5H3
  • Tel: 6132357240
  • Email: csriehl@rogers. com
  • guyanahcott@rogers. com
  • Ms. Candida Daniels
  • Acting Consul General
  • Consul General of Guyana
  • 2016 – 505 Consumers Road,
  • Willowdale ON M2J 4V8
  • Tel: 416 494-6040
  • Email: cdaniels@minfor.gov. gy
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  • ndtewarie  On March 14, 2017 at 11:35 am

    “There is great power in the seed of God’s name. It destroys ignorance. A seed is tender, and the sprout soft; still it pierces the hard ground. The ground breaks and makes way for the sprout” Ramakrishna YOU GET THE GOV’T YOU’VE CHOSEN

    Some say the white man came from above oh oh! That is if you believe that supernatural stuff. UFO The locals treated him not like a beast Like the three wise men from the East

    Like how Columbus founded the West Indies Then try to convert the poor Indians! Please! When that failed they went buffalo butchering Leaving the Red Indians starving and cowering

    Coveting land from humble folks with their flags unfurled Settling up their own towns and villages all over the world But in their wake they left many in tears day after day All over the good land which was never theirs any way

    They maltreated many a people who cried long tears Someone got to be punished for we know God cares You can sing, and run and jump with all your might For karma is bitter sweet when it comes back to bite

    When some countries got their freedom Their governments thought they’re dumb They too tried to do like the Caucasians Who maltreated the local Amerindians

    They built cities and made kingdoms Living it up drinking coke and rums They lived the good life like the imperial master As they too put the little man on the back- burner

    As their own folks live in poverty Amidst their masters’ proclivity For years the people took it and did nothing The doers willfully neglecting them sneering

    The reapers of the ill gotten gains in their castles in a moat You take it staying quiet for you don’t want to rock the boat Tears have been shed every day many going insane And someone has to pay, here comes karma again

    Living the likes of a hog as they shed tears of joy As they plot and scheme to carry out their ploy Wives, mothers and children became high brows Covered from head to toe as their belief allows

    But the poor farmers keep toiling and trod on Eking a miserable living to bring in the bacon And months became years and fades And decades ran into more decades

    Until the people ran out of tears They swear and shed their fears Their anger reached every man, child and wife For all they ask for is just to live a simple life

    Their anger reached a pitch they want to get even They were ready to face torture of even an AK47 The cry for freedom and democracy was in the air And every man in South East Asia wanted a share

    And so in Tunisia, one day in a little town called Tunis Using a format called Facebook the locals found bliss The folks sent messages to one another Innocently talking and in serious chatter

    When Muhammad Bouazizi, a farmer doused himself in kerosene Which was seen all over the world to show his wrath of that mean Ben Ali, dictator who lived like a hog for over 27 years As unemployment grew, people die shedding long tears

    All about their welfare and hardship in rage Actually, bottom line they wanted a change Citizens were called to silent arms and demanded democracy Ben Ali trembled in his boots but stuck to his despotic policy

    And when the smoke cleared the dictator was kicked out The people rejoiced as they sang tears of joy and shout As they pray and hope for a better tomorrow But the fires were burning all the way to Cairo

    Hundreds and thousands were alerted who care And they all met at the famous Tahrir Square And the words that went out were “We have taken up Enough of this, we’ve to bring this nonsense to a stop”

    The news spread like wildfire all the way to Benghazi But was trampled by tanks, guns of an insane Hosnie And Mubaruk refused to budge as the people persevere Strengthened by the victory in Tunisia they didn’t care

    T‘was do or die they made up their minds shouted out their demands To oust Mubaruk after 30 years of stealing the wealth of their lands Eventually he packed up his bags and left after 30years of conniving As the Muslim Brotherhood stood silently on the sidelines watching

    The fires had already spread to Libya a kettle of a different brand Democracy was a word Muammar Gaddafi could never understand As he dined with prostitutes in Cannes in Europe like a leech At home he ruled with an iron hand banning even free speech

    Bucket a guh a well everyday, one day Eh battam guh lef my Nannie used to say As Tripoli seethed and the people protested As men women and children were slaughtered

    Using jet fighters, tanks and mercenaries from Africa As his own soldiers refused to kill their own in Libya Hiding behind his high walls madly raving With his two evil sons aiding and abetting

    After 42 years of wallowing in the Libya’s troughs he can He said he’d kill any opposer to the last woman and man The world is shouting that this is a crime against humanity But all words fell on the mad ears of a man bent on insanity

    As the UN and the USA threatened and warned That no more innocent Libyans should be harmed Gaddafi answered by sending planes to shoot at oil rich Brega Threatening before he goes he’d burn the oil wells of Libya

    I said we get the Gov’t. we’ve chosen Sometimes the voters are left frozen And they have to put up and abide Their time and flow with the tide

    Cause they’re evil forces at work out there And the innocent are cornered in dire fear Like what happened in the 1960’s in Guyana When the British stealthily agree with the USA

    To stifle the PPP and oust Dr.Cheddi of Guyana For they thought Guyana would be another Cuba History has proved after 28 years Cheddi was not But Burnham was and that was what Guyanese got

    In Africa and Europe dictators arose All eventually got the peoples’ blows Those who don’t have it want it But really can they handle it?

    Democracy is what they want They shouted give us in any slant In the garage we want a good motor An oven, a stove and the refrigerator

    A detached home is so so A townhouse or a condo A job in the bank and money inside No matter what they promise to abide

    We see water it’s not a mirage We also want a car in the garage. Many times we have seen great incorporations And the architects ending up in incarcerations

    Look back in History with the great Mahatma When he and Jinnah were fighting for one India Jinnah caused India to split is a fact He was the brains of the Luknow Pact

    Jinnah never wanted an Independent India He was too violent even rejected satyagraha Every time Gandhi preached cooperation It was met with the Lahore Resolution

    The same thing happened in Guyana’s PPP When the Muslims rejected the Jagan’s Party In that case the CIA’s puppet Mr Langley Gave Richard Ishmael $2.08M for perpetuating the 80 day strike Also to the Muslims and the Trade Union Council and their like The Muslims split the Indian vote and formed a PNC coalition Joined with Burnham who later kicked them out in jubilation

    Greedy rulers from Stalin  to Mussolini From Ben Ali to Mubharak to Gaddafi And the others in poor Africa Even Burnham from Guyana

    All have one common denominator And that is the built in greedy factor Their coffers are bare yet they spend much on war Their people go hungry as the leaders dine on caviar

    Even the educated started our good then made a mess This shows greedy rulers can’t rule I have to confess How can these so-called leaders sleep deep at night When their people sleep with a bug infested plight

    When they practice the opposite what’s preached in Mecca Covering their women from head to toe sheltered by Sharia Laws as they defile and use other women like play things Paying top dollars for sexy women who party and sings

    They pray 5 times per day pointing towards Mecca As they bank the people’s money to be used later At the Cayman Islands, Swiss or the country they all hate Or just invested it in stocks and bonds and in real estate

    Since the last time we spoke Some thought it was a joke Since then we saw the fall of the South East Asian Empire A dire land of totalitarians and some secular pundits for hire

    Tempered by monastic vows Treating their women like cows Governing wretched peoples yet who sneered and applauded Praying to their God when the Twin Towers fell and were bombed

    A people who always want the green US dollars But funneled the money for domestic owned wars And sat and took it decade after decades As that part of the world became Hades

    Fast forward to Toronto in Ontario, to live With the Liberal Party vs the Conservative You would never believe politicians can be so sick One would surely think one is in a Banana Republic

    Wasting and covering it up is the order of the day And all the poor taxpayers don’t have a darn say Billions of dollars wasted to save their party some seats As erasing tapes and emails done secretly at their meets

    The fists would fly and guns would be drawn But all dumb Ontarians do is smile and yawn But really you have to blame it on the naive lesbians Pride has voted as a block maybe they got the billions

    When the people put party before sound economics It always come back to bite them where it ticks Only time would tell in the next few years But then it may be too late for long tears

    Thanks Norman

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