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Ira Mathur

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
Sunday, February 25, 2018
The images of the rioting out of East Port-of-Spain last Monday could have been from a war zone, with residents blocking the streets with debris, throwing stones, burning garbage and tires.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
It happened on a pre-Carnival night with the pans being tuned in the balmy dark in yards across the city, on the cusp of hills, deep into areas where few dare to venture after nightfall.
Sunday, January 28, 2018
That rainy day when puddles settled in crevices of enclosed car park I stood by the entrance to a building holding the door open to man after man who walked in and out, none seeing the irony of it, no