Share Your Memory
This archive belongs to all of us. Share a memory that's real, personal, and rooted in the Guyanese experience — home or abroad. Keep it kind. Keep it true.
“Every time I hear this song I’m back in my grandmother’s kitchen in Berbice on a Saturday morning. She’d be making cook-up and this would be playing on the radio.”— Marcia, Toronto
“My dad played this in the car every time we drove back from church in Georgetown. I didn’t appreciate it then. I do now.”— Devon, London
“This came out the year we moved to Brooklyn. My mother played it every time she was homesick. Which was every day.”— Priya, New York
