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Venezuela slams Guyana’s planned 3D seismic surveys in disputed offshore waters, calling them “unilateral” and illegal under international law 🌊⚖️ What’s behind this rising border tension in the Caribbean? Details here ⬇️ https://hyperlocalnews.website/inten/venezuela-condemned-guyanas-plans-for-seismic.html
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Noticias de Mar y Tierra del 24 febrero al 02 de marzo 2026
Información del #sectormaritimoyportuario nacional e internacional, curaduria de @MFuentesP y Post en: @maritimaport / #PressBriefing.
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El economista Asdrúbal Oliveros advirtió este sábado que uno de los problemas centrales del mercado cambiario venezolano sigue siendo el precio del tipo de cambio oficial
Notiespartano por gustavo novoa / 24 de febrero de 2026 a las 3:43 a.m
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Guyana’s Fifty Six Years A Republic, And Still Impoverish?
Welcome to my forum fellow Guyanese, congratulations are in order now, after 56 years of Republican status with our recent oil and gas and resources. We are still impoverished en mass.
Why? Because our political overseers are greedy, selfish, divisive, predatory, and self centered.
Until we remove this political cancer from governance, and allow the ones who we feel will unite us, and govern us according to our collective needs. This cancer will continue to fester.
I wish my fellow Guyanese good health, prosperity at all levels, justice, parity and inclusion, at all levels too.
Sincerely,
Derryck S Griffith.
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Venezuela doubles down on its historic claim over the Essequibo, rejecting Guyana’s stance and insisting the 1966 Geneva Agreement is the only legal path to a settlement. Caracas urges talks and rejects ICJ jurisdiction. Details 👇 https://hyperlocalnews.website/inten/venezuela-insists-on-negotiations-with-guyana.html
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Venezuela marks 60 years of the 1966 Geneva Agreement, declaring it the only valid path to resolve the Guayana Esequiba dispute and rejecting ICJ involvement. What’s at stake in this border battle? 🇻🇪🇬🇾👇 https://hyperlocalnews.website/inten/venezuela-insists-on-talks-over-disputed-guayana.html
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1. Las venas abiertas de América Latina // Eduardo Galeano 2. The Groundings with my Brothers // Walter Rodney 3. Educação como prática da liberdade // Paulo Freire
Books I’m hoping to read this year
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do other canadians really not say “y’all”? maybe it’s bc my family is west indian but i say it all the time
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I Come From The Nigger Yard, Martin Carter (b. 1927-1997)
I come from the nigger yard of yesterday
leaping from the oppressors’ hate
and the scorn of myself;
from the agony of the dark hut in the shadow
and the hurt of things;
from the long days of cruelty and the long nights of pain
down to the wide streets of tomorrow, of the next day
leaping I come, who cannot see will hear.
In the nigger yard I was naked like the newborn
naked like a stone or a star.
It was a cradle of blind days rocking in time
torn like the skin from the back of a slave.
It was an aching floor on which I crept
on my hands and my knees
searching the dust for the trace of a root
or the mark of a leaf or the shape of a flower.
It was me always walking with bare feet
meeting strange faces like those in dreams or fever
when the whole world turns upside down
and no one knows which is the sky or the land
which heart is among the torn or the wounded
which face is his among the strange and the terrible
walking about, groaning between the wind.
And there was always sad music somewhere in the land
like a bugle and a drum between the houses
voices of women singing far away
pauses of silence, then a flood of sound.
But these were things like ghosts or spirits of wind.
It was only a big world spinning outside
and men, born in agony, torn in torture, twisted and broken like a leaf,
and the uncomfortable morning, the beds of hunger stained and sordid
like the world, big and cruel, spinning outside.
Sitting sometimes in the twilight near the forest
where all the light is gone and every bird
I notice a tiny star neighbouring a leaf
a little drop of light a piece of glass
straining over heaven tiny bright
like a spark seed in the destiny of gloom.
O it was the heart like this tiny star near to the sorrows
straining against the whole world and the long twilight
spark of man’s dream conquering the night
moving in darkness and fierce
till leaves of sunset change from green to blue
and shadows grow like giants everywhere.
So I was born again stubborn and fierce
screaming in a slum.
It was a city and a coffin space for home
a river running, prisons and hospitals
men drunk and dying, judges full of scorn
priests and parsons fooling gods with words
and me, like dog tangled in rags
spotted with sores powdered with dust
screaming with hunger, angry with life and men.
It was a child born from a mother full of her blood
weaving her features bleeding her life in clots.
It was pain lasting from hours to months and to years
weaving a pattern telling a tale leaving a mark
on the face and the brow
Until there came the iron days cast in a foundry
Where men make hammers things that cannot break
and anvils heavy hard and cold like ice.
And so again I become one of the ten thousands
one of the uncountable miseries owning the land.
When the moon rose up only the whores could dance
the brazen jazz of music throbbed and groaned
filling the night air full of rhythmic questions.
It was the husk and the seed challenging fire
birth and the grave challenging life.
Until to-day in the middle of the tumult
when the land changes and the world’s all convulsed
when different voices join to say the same
and different hearts beat out in unison
where the aching floor of where I live
the shifting earth is twisting into shape
I take again my nigger life, my scorn
and fling it in the face of those who hate me.
It is me the nigger boy turning to manhood
linking my fingers, welding my flesh to freedom.
I come from the nigger yard of yesterday
leaping from the oppressors’ hate
and the scorn of myself
I come to the world with scars upon my soul
wounds on my body, fury in my hands
I turn to the histories of men and the lives of peoples.
I examine the shower of sparks the wealth of the dreams.
I am pleased with the glories and sad with the sorrows
rich with the riches, poor with the loss.
From the nigger yard of yesterday I come with my burden.
To the world of to-morrow I turn with my strength.
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Simple Green Empty Dilution Bottle with Trigger Spray – 32 oz
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FULL SPEECH: Tharoor Mocks Pak’s Kashmir ‘Dream’ In Guyana | 'They Want Something They Don’t Have’
FULL SPEECH: Tharoor Mocks Pak’s Kashmir ‘Dream’ In Guyana | ‘They Want Something They Don’t Have’
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