About this site

This site was conceived with the intent of bringing West Demerarians into a virtual on-line community so we could reflect on the past, talk about the present, and share our interests for the future.

The homepage can be the initial launching pad to navigate the site. From the homepage, you can click on the red dot of the map and you will taken quickly by a hire-cyar to the village of your choice. If you prefer the scenic minibus route, where you get to see all the villages as you travel, you can use the text link Villages of WestDem from the homepage. There is even a slow donkey-dray cyart route but that is for me and my teenage son, as we put things together!

Once you arrive at your village, you will find information on the history, schools, temples, mosques, churches and other institutions of the community. And to top it all off you can visit the Photo Gallery and see more pictures of the community.

So you have taken a hire-cyar or minibus and you have had a tour of the villages. You probably saw some needs in those communities or identified a way you or your group can give back a little to a village that you visited. Now let us go visit a place where we can find others willing to do something for back home.

The Resources section off the homepage, provides links to professors and teachers, other professionals, volunteer groups, tutorials and study guides. There is a dedicated ask for help link to serve as a connector for West Demerarians. And now you are homesick, or just caught daydreaming about dem small days back home, so you want to talk with some of the people you have not seen for years. Or maybe after that hire-cyar trip and visit to the resource groups, you are thinking that, you cyan connect with some people and start something for your village. Good, let us go to the Country Talk Room.

The last section off the homepage has a link to a forum for West Demerarians. It is aptly called the Country Talk Forum for us simple, hard-working, bright and generous West Demerarians. It is a place we can talk, laugh and maybe cry a little. Cry for what will never be again. And that is the real handshake, the real hugs, and the real joy of being at the same village, at the same time, like yesteryears.

My name is Ravindra and I am a son of West Demerara.

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February 27, 2005

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