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Ira Mathur

Sunday, July 15, 2018
With my father, there is no family gathering when we shoot the breeze. Every moment bubbles over.
Sunday, July 1, 2018
A woman at the hairdresser said her 22-year-old daughter is ‘trying’ to stay in Canada after studying there because as she told her mother, it’s better to freeze for three months than dodge bullets fo
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Standing on a bridge, I was looking across the river Thames at the Houses of Parliament (gothic, statuesque over this city 900 years after it was built as a palace for Edward the Confessor) when my ey
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Bowspring Yoga class at Akasha studios in Maraval.
Sunday, May 20, 2018
“The nights is the worst. De chirren sleepin in we bed now but I still feel the empty space where you use to sleep with your mind awake, one finger on the trigger to keep we safe.
Sunday, May 6, 2018
You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Derek Walcott The NGC Bocas Literary Festival in April was just that, a canvas of the Caribbean greeting itself, our islands saying to ourselves, to
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Justice Devindra Rampersad’s judgment ruling “buggery” laws unconstitutional paved the way to decriminalising gay sex, turned back a colonial chokehold, dignified a beleaguered group, and created a pr
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Winnie Mandela’s death on Easter Sunday—unreasonably but powerfully felt like a personal betrayal perhaps because the news came while I was looking at the Cybercrime Bill 2017.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
When the imbroglio of Chief Justice Ivor Archie is written in our history books we may discover that what we felt about him said more about us, our fevered, gleeful picking of the sordid private detai
Sunday, March 11, 2018
On a day so crisp this week the trees in the Savannah looked like they were touched up by master painter, the light falling with elongated slants, the shade of branches dancing with the sun on the str