Secrets of Liberty Avenue

Dearest readers, From the heart of Liberty Avenue, where the rum shops speak in riddles

and the streetlights flicker like they know too much, comes a tale so tangled in scandal

it could only be whispered behind mosquito nets and enamel teacups, half-drunk and half-truth.

There is a man, oh yes, that man, who has stood beside his wife for nearly

thirty long years. A pillar in the community, draped in respectability, shaking hands with

the right people and smiling for the flashing lights. He is a man known for his generosity.

For his leadership. For his fresh-pressed shirts and polished shoes. But as every Guyanese

granny will tell you, “Not everything shiny is gold, and not every saint