Half Share for Guyana (Get Real) -Pt II- JULY 2026

 

THE 592 GUARDIAN ACCOUNTABILITY JOURNALISM FOR GUYANA 

Half Share for Guyana (Get Real) -Pt II- JULY 2026

Guyanese are dreaming.  Green not white.  Not mistletoe green of Xmas.  Think the green of this country finally getting its full half share of oil profits from Exxon.  A full share that’s fair.  Accounting pure.  Arithmetic clean.  No tricks.  No gimmicks.  I wish fellow Guyanese the best, though December is distant.  They can dream.  It’s free.  Sometimes, dreams come true.  Bad ones, good ones.

I draw a line in the sand.  Make it stone.  A full half share of oil profits isn’t happening.  Dreaming, or slamming hand hard on the table, it’s not happening.  Sorry, but that’s the hard life of a messenger: delivery of more bad news than good news.  The bad news is that there will be no bona fide half share for Guyana.  For good reason.  Exxon will see to it.  The PPP Govt of A, Jay, and N will endorse, when it comes out.  Get ready, Guyanese dreamers!  Here it comes!  A sneak preview, not a leak.

Whoever never heard of more oil projects, just did.  More wells, 35 planned.  Those amphibians cost money.  Millions of American; billions in Guyanese dollars.  Whoever thought that those came compliments of the kindness of Messrs. Darren Woods and Alistair Routledge has much to learn about life.  And, American capitalism.  It was why Dr. Cheddi Jagan was made to eat dust.  With each new oil project, new hole drilled, massive amounts of nuts and bolts, hoses and wires, boats and seismic blasting (aka mapping), among the endless attachments and tools used in the oil trade will be needed.  Plus, expert expats.  Plus, fandango kinds of auditing.  The cost bank that just ran dry will be replenished.  New oil schemes, new oil activities.

C’mon, folks: dreaming Guyanese or hard-headed realists.  Production is currently at 900k a day.  Gearing up to go to 1.3 million, then 1.7 million, a day, in a year or few.  More groundworks installed; more oil extracted.  It’s the physics of oil, the biology of commerce.  So, Guyanese must get real: what real half share of profits when there’s that beehive in feverish motion?  To roll back the cost bank a billion or 20 more.

For once, Exxon showed its hand.  Sometime ago.  More projects assembled.  Stationed under Dr. Jagdeo’s nose.  Backing Guyana’s Environmental Protection Agency against a wall.  Poor chaps, they have an offer they can’t refuse.  Capitalism 101 for dummies.  Whoever thought that 2019-2020 election help was charity, get something straight.  America is not the Red Cross.  Nor were Excellencies Sarah Ann Lynch and Michael ‘the Archangel’ Pompeo reincarnations of Florence Nightingale.  All white hat and pilgrims among peasants in Guyana.  It was for Exxon, American Airlines, and Schlumberger, among other Yankee grandees.

From now, I can hear Exxon’s Routledge and the new guy, Mr. Colling, setting the table.  More projects needed to keep the oil flowing.  The oil drums floating to the surface.  The oil tankers sailing away.  The partnership prospering.  For whom in the Exxon-Guyana partnership specifically, that’s my question?  Hence, it’s a blast from the past: cost bank.  Rebuilt to bursting.  Cost recovery -necessary, so that the good times roll.  Anybody in Exxon or the PPP hierarchy interested in IHS Markit for a real audit of the new billions?  Ha-ha! Didn’t think so.

I can anticipate Drs. Ali and Jagdeo with their noble, patriotic contributions to a full, free, and fair half share for Guyana.  Not it isn’t about elections.  Only oil.  Listen to dese bruddahs: it’s for continuity, stupid!  Get with the program!  Spend money to make money.  Same question: for whom?  Yeah, after all the billions invested by Exxon and repaid by Guyana, this is the closest I come to Sisyphus, that great tragic figure of Grecian mythology.  He rolls a boulder uphill.  Overnight it tumbling back down on him.  Thus, he restarts from scratch daily.

Still dreaming of half share profits, Guyanese?  Keep dreaming.  When Exxon and the PPP finish with Guyana, this country will be a bigger, rowdier, poverty-infested lunatic asylum.  A world-class one.

Halfwit Accounting: Half for Exxon, Half  for Guyana?

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Halfwit Accounting: Half for Exxon, Half  for Guyana?

The time for sparring is over.  So, also, is room for dancing around and dodging.  A full, accurate, credible 50 percent of oil profits is now due to Guyana.  Exxon must be a partner.  An authentic partner with accounts that match.  The PPP Govt must put aside its own priorities and push for a real half of profits now the right of Guyana.  The time is now.  Let there be a genuine half that can absorb the weight of any scrutiny.  Override the language of all controversies.  First, the surrounding facts that overwhelm any arguments, any differences.

 US$55 billion invested, there was US$4.5 billion outstanding for Exxon on December 31, 2025.  A fact announced by Exxon itself.

Fact Two: Conflict between the U.S. and Iran that spread beyond a strategic strait powered oil prices upwards.  The conflict began on Feb 28, 2026.  Up went oil prices. 
Fact Three: a range of average prices per barrel could be used: US$80, US$70, even US$60 each, and Guyana already would have cleared that US$4.5 billion outstanding at the close of 2025.

Fact Four: Guyana has been producing 900,000 barrels of oil daily before 2026 started, has continued at that level for the first six months of this year. 

Fact Five: operating 24/7, Guyana would have produced 900,000 times 91 days times US$80 a head (and this is for Q2 alone). 

Fact Six: that is the equivalent of about US$6.5 billion. 

Fact Seven: I return to Fact One: Guyana owed US$4.5 billion to Exxon on Jan 01, 2026.

 At this point, everyone is urged (Guyanese and Americans) to note some discretions that I exercised.  First, Q1 2026 is ignored.  But the US$4.5 billion outstanding should have been gone, or close to eliminated, in that first quarter, considering daily production rates.  Second, using a prewar lower average of US$60 per barrel, and a 7-day Exxon operation/production week at 900,000 barrels daily that is US$4.8 billion (900,000 X 89 X US$60).  Third, using that lean oil price number (after one full month of war from Feb 28) and 75 percent taken from the top (post royalty), Guyana would have owed Exxon less than US$1 billion when the second quarter commenced.  I invite others to challenge, take apart, my arithmetic that hands Exxon money and time on a platter.  And to the disadvantage of this country and its peoples.

With the full second quarter of production and higher oil prices behind Exxon’s belt, there is no way that the balance in the cost bank is not history.  Gonzo.  No mas.  Over and out for the count.  In other words, what was due to Exxon, that has been honored in full.  Therefore, this second quarter is crucial, represents the beginning of a new oil earnings era for Guyana.  I call it hard.  I charge at it head-on.

Guyana’s half of profits can no longer be half of 25 percent.  The half from that 25 percent that is left after 75 percent cost recovery.  Whatever cost recovery there had to be, it has been recovered in full.  Simply put: no cost recovery, no cost bank.  For emphasis and to beat this one to death: no 75 percent to be dealt with means that there is no 25 percent to be contended with, left to be divided.  Forget about an average price of US$80 a barrel.  At a lower average price of US$70 a barrel in the second quarter, and 900,000 barrels produced daily, that is US$5.6 billion in oil revenues.  Exxon and the PPP Govt are now standing over US$5.6 billion for Q2 2026 alone.  The sharing now has to be, must be, half for one and the same half for the other from 100 percent of revenues minus operating expenses.

I watch to observe where Exxon stands on this, what it will present to Guyanese.  Last, I watch to learn where Guyana’s PPP Govt is, and how it approaches this open-and-shut situation.  I exhort both to do justice by the Guyanese people.

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Birdland, Meadowland, Fantasyland: Pres Ali: Do More

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Birdland, Meadowland, Fantasyland: Pres Ali: Do More

OPINION  BY: GHK LALL

I have an obligation to serve my president.  Dr. Irfaan Ali isn’t the president of a rugby club.  Mohamed Irfaan Ali is the President of this Republic.  With that comes his own obligations.

Pres Ali must be the clearest, cleanest, and most credible example of transparency and accountability in this country.  A model he should be, must be.  No ifs.  No ands.  No buts.  Let it be.

 Some of his helpers have tried to run interference for him.  He who asserts must prove.  The asserter furnished the nation with a suitcase of images, numbers, substances.  Plus, a wounding, matching narrative.  Not so much one that pins Pres Ali on the ropes.  But one that diminishes the presidency, the highest, once most honored height in this country. 

One bowed before, heralded.  If only out of concern for the high office that he holds, the president has to lay bare his numbers, his arrangements; the trail of his accumulations.  Adjacent to those must be the underpinnings that hold them aloft.  Stated differently, Excellency Ali must present his soul.  In all of its pristine cleanliness, odors.  And, he should not obscure anything.  So that the suspicions and interpretations that flourish do not inflict an injustice on him.  He, Irfaan Ali, would set a standard for those 20 Common Entrance youngsters that achieved perfection.

For every number that Azruddin Mohamed laid in public, the people’s parliament, Irfaan Ali should counter with a number that dispels.  One fully documented, clearly supporting.  For every picture that Mr. Mohamed presented, Mr. Ali should have a picture of his own that confronts and towers above that of his political adversary, once his bosom buddy.  For who is better equipped to know and spill secrets than a bosom buddy?  When friendship sours, and a bitter public divorce occurs?                                                                            Mr. Mohamed gave Guyanese full-blown portraits of the president’s extensive, exotic, sophisticated, and delectably luscious farm.  Pres Ali cannot limit himself to sketches.  Tight sketches as though he is afraid of straying off-script, trapping himself.  Pres Ali has to do more.  He must.  Guyanese are owed.  When they are struggling, their president is soaring.  When they are hurting, Pres Ali is celebrating his rich holdings.  Shouldn’t be.  It’s why Mr. Ali must do more.  He, his government, his people have demonstrated considerable skills with charts, graphs, timelines, mileposts, and arrival depots.  The president has to go to work.  Deliver.  Not more of what obscures.  But of what is openness itself.  Speeches have their uses.  They have their limits.  Nothing can surpass the substances and stories behind those words.  The back stories.

One story is that the president is entitled to privacy.  As a private citizen, definitely; as the most public office, most definitely not.  Is DJ Trump happy to see his business billions broadcast before the world!  Pres Ali volunteered and battled for public office.  The presidency comes with the gift of a goldfish bowl.  He is inside it.  Blowing smoke, misting the glass, makes his outline bigger, his shadow longer, his movement shakier. 

Citizens watch, come to their own conclusions.  Guyanese have read, digested, news of other national leaders in this region, who have been slapped with all manner of charges on demitting office.  The goldfish glass case wiped clean.  All the rubbish that accumulated inside is dealt with then, with verdicts delivered.

Pres Ali has a history.  Untidy it is.  Plenty agility manifested.  Of saying great things.  Then goring himself.  Recall: unity, transparency, accountability.  Where is transparency when the oxygen of democracy (access to information) is crippled, then cursed, and made into comedy material?  Where is unity, when there is a Mocha and IDPADA-G, and disparity in the distribution of the riches from the people’s patrimony?  What can be said about accountability, when billions of American dollars are withdrawn from the Oil Fund, and accountability is reduced to the majesty (or malignancy) of three words: national development priorities? 

Pres Ali may have truth and righteousness on his side.  But his history of presenting inspiring words, then pulling away from backing them up, has now come back to haunt him.  He puts up and puts out, or he risks pickling himself in caustic soda.

 I advise.  Publicize all the acreage owned.  From initiation to progression to aggregation.  Present all related documents.  I’s dotted and t’s crossed.  Dots connected.  A bright Irfaan Ali narrative emerges.  Azruddin Mohamed declines into darkness.  His video boomerangs and bludgeons him out of contention.  Beyond any hope of recovery. 

Just this once, Mr. President: stand.  Show hand.  Share farm facts.  Set the Guyanese people to sit in fair, honest judgment.  I advise.  Pres Ali should consent.

Guyanese:  Study the Sequence, Get the Dutty Story

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Guyanese:  Study the Sequence, Get the Dutty Story


OPINION BY: GHK LALL July 2026

I marvel at the spectacle of this country.  Institutional and political grandeur.  One that involves holding pattern, timing pattern.  Just like the nerve-wracking work of air traffic controllers.  I urge my fellow Guyanese: the sequence, study the sequence.  There’s the rich story.  It was deadly.  It’s also a beauty, with proper regard for family.

 March 2021: a man executed in the street.  Cold.  Calculated.  Within a stone throw of the official residence of Guyana’s chief governor.  A man with a young family; guests usually assembled, milling around.  A lethal shooting that outraged, a slap on Pres Ali’s face.  It happened in the too-close-for-comfort vicinity of Main Street, didn’t it?  The president didn’t seem too anxious.  Perhaps, the frenzied ecstasies of the bruising 2019-2020 elections still burned brightly.  Unready to cool amid the celebrations.

 But a killer volley near the president’s front yard had called for all-hands-on-duty and an all points bulletin.  To track the killer(s).  Despite COVID-19 roadblocks, surveillance cameras, and covert intel, law enforcement came up empty.  The charred remains of a torched vehicle.  Dead men tell no tales.  Vehicles put to death carry their secrets to the grave.  A family grieved.  Scant sympathy.  Clamored for justice.  Nothing.  A case grew cold.  The deep freeze waited.  The back of it.  A police sergeant spoke.  A person of interest spoke through a suit.  There, the matter of an execution style killing slumbered feverishly.  The blood of a man murdered crying from the freezer for justice.  From where?  By whose hand?

 March 2021 to June 2026: In this country, friendships have contributed enormously to subversions of justice.  Verifiable travesties in and of themselves.  In Guyana, warring foes may lead to the rediscovery of that elusive entity called justice.

 July 2026: It took developments over a farm for redevelopment of interest in that Main Street cold case.  What became too hot to remain in cold storage.  One man made himself into a nuisance, a bigger one.  Through disclosures about a farm with fowls and what released a foul smell.  Another man took to the airwaves to holler to the world about murder and assorted other felonious malignancies.  All part of a tsunami laden with catastrophe and tragedy.  What’s ugly and dirty.  Stick religiously to the sequence, citizens.  For immediately before, or too close after, a suspect is arrested for the Main Street murder. After five cruel and dismal years, there is this breathtaking swiftness serving as crime resolution and governance in this country.

 I think that if there was no farm exposure, there would be no talk of murder and suspected murderers.  And no arrest for the dirty, rotten crime.  It’s my conviction, the sum of reflections, persuasions, interpretations.  I  suppose Guyana’s chief legal teacher would be beside himself with joy.  At how the wheels of justice roll in this country.  The speed of their revolutions, the directions that they follow, the time and places of their terminations.  My god!  This is the law operation at its blindfolded, avoirdupois embroidered, majestic best.  For years such matters were under lockdown.  Not a whiff. Not a leaf stirring.  Then, an estate with its states of disarray, dispute, and distress are unchained.  Revelation begets revelation.  One crime alleged.  Another crime-a set of them-thrown right back into the face of the first accuser.  Time does have a way of baring its bottom. 

Secrets.  I behold tit-for-tat: take that; let’s prove who has more fat.  To absorb.  Roll with the punches.  Smell cleaner.  Cleaner? Someone has to be kidding, a confirmed jester.

 I started with the sequence.  Softly I leave my fellow citizens with the same sequence: a murder.  A shrug.  A lull.  A whistleblower.  Development dashed.  Cold case.  Cold front.  Then a farm.  Next, stops pulled out.  Last, the bottom falling out.  It sounds and feels like anancy story. 

It is Guyana’s political and institutional reality.  Facts on the ground will always defeat criminal fictions.  Be they political, social, or environmental. 

Guyanese are now living under a full-fledged crime wave.  Checkout who denied.  Now check who disclose.

Pres Ali’s Heaven’s Gate -the Penultimate Chapter (IX)

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Pres Ali’s Heaven’s Gate -the Penultimate Chapter (IX)


OPINION. ♦ BY GHK. LALL 

Pres Ali has started.  Landgate.  Sheepgate.  Heaven’s Gate.  At the well-named Long Creek.  It’s a long story.  Having started, Pres Ali must continue.  Articulate more.  Represent more.  So that the air is sanitized.  So, that he himself emerges with distinction against the allegations laid next to his name.  I am with him.  But only insofar as he is committed to deal comprehensively with the Guyanese people.  Consider what follows.  Unemotionally.  Honestly.

It does not look well when a regular citizen is seeking a tiny slice of land to build a small homestead has to wait.  Count the days.  Mark his or her calendar.  For years.  But, in contrast, for their national leader, then a minister, to be associated with lands that are 200, 300, maybe as much as 500 times larger.  Bigger than what little people ask for to start a home for their small families.  A minister should not come in front of a villager, a renter, not even a lowly beggar.  His wait should not be shorter.  Not smoother.  I respectfully lay these considerations before Excellences Ali, Jagdeo, Nandlall.  Laws not men.  Processes not princes.  Consistent standards not seemingly schemes agitating to the peace.

For what is a minister that makes a great pole-vault forward?  A head of state.  He is now more than an oil head.  More than a hemispheric gas master.  More than a church minister or the president of a community committee. 

He is the president of the most-watched, most-talked about, most magnetic Oil Republic on the planet.  Therefore, it is in Pres Ali’s best interests to stand and deliver.  Landgate should not peter out in the manner of Vice-Gate.  The presidency is too sacrosanct a concept.  Too inviolable.  Even to be visited by the most delicate, most fleeting, fingernail’s touch.  That sullies its aura, its halo, its corona.  This is my free consultation for my president’s benefit.

What he has presented amounts to the equivalent of a dollop from State media, friendly media, and the PPP-owned and directed Live in Guyana guerilla media.  Depth questioned.  Credibility untested.  Connecting ingredients unknown.  A matter of this seriousness needs more substance. 

  A development that oozes profuse sprawling grandeur calls for more than the president being his own policeman.  He can’t be.  Shouldn’t work that route.  Not have anything to do with such an approach.

His people will tell him what he wants to hear, what feathers their beds.  I tell him, as is.  On the president’s head now rests a world of the untoward.  Not becoming.  Definitely diluting of the standing that ought to be automatically associated with the presidency of this Republic. .

Now storied.  Now still ravaged, savaged, and hollowed out.  Naked before the world, stands Guyana.  How could the U.S. ambassador, or any High Commissioner, speak with authority about democracy and purity of any kind in Guyana?

How can even a mere commoner do so? Considering the still unended, still fully unaddressed, still nakedly undressed development at Long Creek?  In passing, I note that the lot number of this state within a state is related to one of the Burnham names.  Many sharp blows have been aimed at his name.  Time will provide the record of what’s said, done, now about this glorious (or gross) development.  What now transcends this land, as Guyana’s premier protected nature reserve.

These considerations I place at the feet of Excellency Ali, my president.  Heroic to many. Avoid transforming that into a horror for more.  Much trust hangs in the balance.  The air is unsettled.  Much benefit extended.  Maybe I overextended.  Let none of that go to waste, Excellency.  Mr. Mohamed, a political opponent, has spoken.  For himself.  For probably 110,000 Guyanese.  Likely others.                                                                                                        I speak for none, other than every landless, foodless, spiritless, hopeless citizen of Guyana. 

I trust that there’s no Guyanese so crass as to deny me that momentary indulgence.  My best to Pres Ali.

The Ali Farm -From Bankroller to Blackmailer

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The Ali Farm -From Bankroller to Blackmailer


Almost without exception, Guyanese across the board, are familiar about the kind of upstanding citizen and leader that Pres Ali is.  They have a good idea about the quality of his character, the beauties of his activities.  Their leader is a winner.  He touches mud and magic happens: many minerals massed on his table.  I need some of that to rub off on me.  Thus, I stay close to the president.  As he goes, I go.

The man, main voice, from WIN, Mr. Mohamed dropped his aerial bombardment flush on the head of Mohamed Irfaan Ali.  It’s the president and none other.  Sparks have since flew.  Shards of expensive plate glass whizzing dangerously close.  The record shows that Pres Ali has not taken what WIN Mohamed shared publicly sitting down.  He went on an offensive of his own.  The land is ole story.  There are loans.  Documents to burst the archives.  Pres Ali saved his secret weapon for last.  It is one dipped in deadly curare: blackmail.  Azruddin Mohamed delivered his message express mail.  A U.S. carrier, I think.  Pres Ali fired back even quicker.  There’s his verbal delivery.  Blackmail.  Well, blow me down!

Wasn’t it the PPP of Ali, Jagdeo, and Nandlall, who once treasured the Mohamed Family above all else?  Yes or no, folks?  Was it not the PPP Govt that turned against the Mohamed family that was so good to its members (bank rolled, remember?) And turned the father and son over to the tender ministrations of Uncle Sam.  It would be helpful if any of the superstars in the Office of the President, including old Burnham ones, could say what kind of mail is that one?  Drink a man rum.  Feast at his table.  Dance to his music.  Tek out selfees wid he.  Collect he bankroll.  Then, tun pun he.  Wha is dah, white mail, greenmail, or blackmail?  My interest is not in who blackmail who first.  But how is it that blackmail enters the political frame?  Pres Ali is reported to be a very clever fellow.  Therefore, he ought to know (or be advised) that the claim of blackmail doesn’t have much of a leg to stand on.  Not when it’s open-air.  Not when everyone is watching, listening, and following the sequence of actions.  Because Pres Ali enjoys such a special relationship with the U.S., he should reach out to Excellency Theriot and have her check with the FBI on the validity of what I assert.

Further, blackmail caan wuk, Mistah President.  Not when there are documents.  Like transport(s) for the Long Creek lands.  Like the loan applications.  Like the loan approvals with rubberstamps, revenues stamps, raised seals, authorized commercial bank personnel, and in the originals.  I would hope that the loan officers and land officers have not all left Guyana to take up permanent residence in the U.S. in the last few days.  Mohamed could tri wah evah blackmail he want.  But a man of the resourcefulness and adaptability of Dr. Irfaan Ali has his own mail.  They don’t give doctorates to dummies.  It is not snail mail.  It is not mail with a different kind of gender identifier.  What Pres Ali has is a mailed fist.  Waan fuh mess wid mee?  Ah readee!

The point I go to great lengths to make is that Pres Ali doesn’t have to bluff.  Or engage in any boisterous bacchanalian bravado.  He has the best mail available.  His standing with personal honesty.  Incumbency advantage.  The numerous tools and vast resources of the state (an oil rich state).  Plus, the Guyanese people believe in him.  Well, sort of, and only some.  How many for him this week versus last week, that’s the question?  Guyanese catching hell, and there’s no question about their condition.  Pres Ali has to ride beyond the blackmail he claims and put out the cleanest slate.

If there are hiccups, he might as well cleanout his desk.  Grace and peace, Mr. President.

The Ali Farm -Fish, Fowl, Foals

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The Ali Farm –Fish, Fowl, Foals -another Episode

Land ahoy!  There’s a sheepfold.  Followed by a cow palace.  A rich field for fowls.  Then, a shrimp lake.  One could get lost in a daze.  For those are only a glimpse of what grazes in Guyana’s Pres Ali’s grand garden.  A mere handful of what teems in Excellency Ali’s lush nature resort.  His Animal Farm that functions with Space Age precision.  And a budget to match.

By any count, Pres Ali’s pastoral paradise tucked behind the stone façade and bushes of the Soesdyke-Linden Highway is like a Rockefeller Trust.  A combination of hacienda and encomienda; one fitting for a maharajah.  Only the best for the best: in beauty, what billions make happen.  I congratulate Pres Ali on his prowess with remarkable success.  I plead with my national leader: a president who is more than a president.  One bigger and better than any Wall Street powerhouse.  Move over Morgan Stanley.  PPP Guyana has Mohamed Irfaan Ali.  What’s the secret, skipper, of all this success?  I won’t tell.

Pres Ali has been forthcoming, a barrel of cooperation, truckloads of transparency.  Assets accumulated before becoming president.  By golly!  Anything of this grandiosity takes some doing!  For that means the flow of funds, and the alignment of the stars: bold banks backing a big hitter of a batter. 

 Remember: back then he was only a minister.  When he was earning less than a million, maybe half, monthly.  I learn again about ‘too big to fail.’  Ah, the talent to identify a tycoon on the move, a star waiting to be born.

I recall that it was in Guyana’s sleepy, prehistoric, paleolithic age.  That is, its distressed nonoil era.  Loans were low.  Movement was slow.  But the president said it: loans.  I congratulate the now president on his superb, platinum, creditworthiness back then.   I behold a budding fairytale in the making, waiting to burst into the scene.  Taking notes.  Must scribble one of those.  Try this title: Dreams come true.

What was needed in circumstances involving big lands for a big man with a big appetite for risk was a big bank. Perhaps, a syndicate of such big banks required.  To cushion the risks of lending enormous sums for a project of that spectacular dimensions. Banks exist for risk-taking, don’t they?  On a conservative scale, naturally, since it’s other people’s money.  For the dead certain, can’t lose stuff-special livestock breeds, rare aquaculture species, a riot of seeds, and other Medellin-type arboreal touches-put into it.  Those all cost quite a bundle of millions.  Think billions.  It would take more than one bank to lend one man that many millions. 

A consortium taking big risks based on what collaterals, what assurances, what guarantors?  Those are the products of my inquiring mind.  Regarding guarantors, who would those be?  Pres Ali should find it easy to trot them out and line them up.  Former presidents could be among such helpful souls.  Ready to give a young man a break.  A good deed done.  But what about the little people of Guyana?  What strokes for such folks?

Street level, grassroots, minibus riding Guyanese have to line up, wait, and hold their breath for 10 years or more for a single plot of land.  There must be a different standard at work for other citizens.  Those who are not political leaders, not business leaders, not government ministers, and not members of parliament.  Because it seems that for every square inch of house lot space that a teacher, soldier, or pensioner is awarded, fat cats and bigshots snare an acre.  And what takes 10 years for the small people require 10 hours, maybe 10 minutes, to get approved by the relevant authorities for Guyanese big people.  If all this is off the reservation, then I plead to the kind in Guyana for enlightenment.  Where am I going wrong?

Truly World-class

Land ahoy!  Compass bearings: Long Creek, Linden Highway.  Pres Ali is in for many a long day.  There’s a silver lining.  Excellency Ali says he has the goods.  They had better be good.

The Ali Farm -Fish, Fowl, and Foals -Pt IV

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The –Fish, Fowl, and Foals -Pt IV


Pres Ali has contributed to the broadening story of blackbelly sheep, prime cattle, land and a mindboggling array of other rich attractions.  I thank the president, commend him.  Now I share some words of my own on what’s part farm, part estate, part futuristic model, part politics, part commerce, and part of many unknowns.

First, on such a gargantuan development, the president may not be the only investor and overseer.  He may have company, a pantheon of illustrious names and personalities.  Who else among locals, who from foreign shores, have hand and interest in this business of shrimp, shrub, and so much more that captivates the mind?

Second, for a project of this monstrous expanse, much seed money and maintenance (operational) money had to go into it.  To get it going, to keep it going.  From the revelations, the millions multiplied by the hundreds, then rolled into the billions.  Those dollar numbers look plausible, even though on the lean and mean side.   From where that money came?  Who are the people with that kind of money?  Those are two of the first questions that stir.

For color, I recall how many regional and international kingmakers came to Guyana during that distressing 2019-20 time.  Some were already resident here.  Many Guyanese should recall how they involved themselves way beyond the dictates of protocol, etiquette, and accepted norms in Guyana’s politics and its domestic brawls.  Unprecedented and highly unusual, I assert.  Further, in the years since 2020, some past senior diplomatic presences have returned here in different capacities. 

Either as head of official delegations; or more stealthily.  Probably to sidestep local radars. 

Do they have any proximity, any type of association, to this Great Animal Farm deep inside the Linden Highway?  Were their involvements in the 2020 fiasco part of their initial down payments? 

With their own spreadsheets and calculators held in reserve.  Speaking for myself, I am convinced that this stunning animal farm, currently mentioned alongside his name only, is bigger than Guyana’s Pres Ali.

Third, it is surprising that there is a project with its grandiose sprawl, with all of its possibilities, is in full swing, and former president Bharrat Jagdeo is a seemingly disinterested and disengaged party.  Quite abnormal for a character of his proportions, I think.  And not to forget his history with projects of stature.

Fourth, all Guyana is aware of how big and committed Dr. Jagdeo and the PPP are on agriculture.  The sidelines and silence do not fit into the mold.  Not when there is a megaproject of this magnificence, and with agriculture and aquaculture all the rage.  Not having a say, and not knowing of this way so well-mapped out, does strike differently.  These are among the tips of the iceberg not yet sticking their noses above water.

Fifth, I recall that some blackbelly sheep were part of a country-to-country (Barbados to Guyana) transaction a few years back.  The blackbelly sheep reported on Pres Ali’s farm: are they from that flock or some other source?

Sixth, that mega-farm, a conglomerate by any reckoning, should have, as a matter of sound business practice, the export market in mind.  Quality products for quality people in quality places and at quality prices.  Scale is what matters.  I am thinking a port and an airstrip have to be part of the farm program to complete the circle.  And, considering the size of this great field of endeavor, I cannot help thinking of who, besides, President Ali, have set themselves up for some rich harvesting.  Guyanese do well to hold close to this formula: 25 X 2025 + 5.  I translate: Food security level by a stated deadline (now past), but with another half decade attached to accommodate delivery.

Last: what else could be in this Ali Animal Farm?  Plenty, I think.

Pres Ali: Be wise, Go beyond the Norm -Pt III

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Pres Ali: Be wise, Go beyond the Norm -Pt III


The disclosures pinpointed monumental asset accumulations with Pres Ali’s name immovably affixed.  He has acknowledged that the farm property is his.  A great start.  So also, all the inanimate structures, and all the thriving, exotic, life forms, that form part of a physical animal farm.  He admits they have been in his portfolio for years.  Years prior to his ascendancy to the number one office in Guyana.  It’s not an office to be trifled with: many citizens revere the very title.  Even seen by some as sacred.  Due to the developments now moving like an out-of-control avalanche around this much-talked about farm, and not in a good way, Pres Ali has his work cut out for him.  He must go all out to protect the presidency.  He must leave no stone unturned in his efforts to help the presidency emerge from a grim condition to a clean light.                                                                                       

One that’s better than when this deluge of revelations shocked Guyanese silly, and left them stunned.  My kind counsel to the president is that he proves he has nothing to hide.  And because he has nothing to fear, there will only be the straightest, cleanest, and most persuasive of outcomes about this farm. 

Neither subterfuge nor complexity will intervene in the days ahead.

In the aftermath of Mr. Azruddin Mohamed’s disclosures, it’s vital that Pres Ali discerns that he has a matter before him that calls for the best that’s in him.                                     He defends himself strongly, while manifesting new levels of wisdom.  The wisdom that goes beyond himself.  Place this whole matter, Mr. President, in the hands of others.  Others outside of Guyana.  He is the sitting head-of-state.  Hence, it is not in the best interests of himself and Guyana for this matter to be reviewed and pronounced upon by Guyanese.  Wrong move. 

A local study/inquiry of what’s now public would invite contentiousness.  Over what appears artificial.  About what looks like a whitewash.  Past appointed local bodies have attracted endless criticisms re their terms of reference, procedures, actual probes. 

 They have raised more questions and controversy than provided answers and closure.  Recommendation: place this locally insoluble matter in foreign hands.  For full disclosure of the facts, as tracked and treated.  From how they came into existence, to identification of all involved parties.

It would help immensely if the Integrity Commission Act is amended to allow disclosure of submissions in situations such as these.  Frankly,, I do not support any arrangement where the assets of politicians are kept secret.  This would cover from their earnings to their acquisitions to their liquidations.  Further, any amended Integrity Commission Act must provide for a majority of its members to be drawn from civil society, as nominated by civil society.  From that majority a chair is chosen.  Of what strength, what utility is a chair, chosen by a government, when a member of that same government, has to be scrutinized?

President Ali, any politician, any public servant, has a right to mount the most vigorous defense when claims are made about their conduct in office.  I endorse that to the fullest. 

Using the same standard, the public, the taxpayer, the electorate, is entitled to an inquiry that is hoped to be authentic, appears to be authentic, and is authentic.  In its probity.  In the quality of its work and output.  In the confidence that it inspires.  There is a system.  It is working and it delivers.

I wish Pres Ali well.  I wish also that he would be most seriously engaged in allowing full ventilation of what is encircled and embedded in his farm cum estate.  Through those wishes, I think that much could be achieved.  The air must be cleared.  So that this matter is put to rest., once and for all.

 

President Ali Should Not Stand in His own Defense

Pres Ali should not stand in his own defense

Pres Ali has had a considerable amount of work to do as a leader. The work of being a defender of his own people. Comrades and ministers who have raised questions, suspicions, condemnations. Lands. Assets. Riches. Lapses leading to what has looked less than righteous. Not quite, not anywhere near, the up and up. How did they come into so many emblems of wealth in such a short space of time? How out of nothing there is so much of so many opulent gems? Those are on the material, the tangible, side. The president has also served as defender-in-chief of those who allegedly erred morally and grievously. Through what led to great emotional stigmas and traumas to the weak and vulnerable of Guyana.

In fact, it would be closer to the wicket, to assert that Excellency Ali appointed himself to the role of serial defender-in-chief for his own. The old me would have said, he arrogated unto himself what did not belong. The old gives way to the new.

Now, Dr. Mohamed Irfaan Ali, master defender, and defender of first call and last resort, for PPP Govt notables, for PPP Govt slippers and tricksters and impostors, has a matter before him that calls for the best of him. He must make a defense. Vast lands. Prized herds. Lavish architecture. Lush arrangements. In his favor, from his first response(s), Pres Ali has identified a line of planks that he insists stand in defense of his holdings.     All fair. All square. All due to the works of fresh air, clean hands. I commend him. I would commend him more if he takes to heart what’s now recommended. For though he must defend himself, he cannot be the sole defender of himself.

First, Pres Ali should consult with his learned and honorable Attorney General, Senior Counsel, Anil Nandlall. His advice should be swift in coming. He who stands as counsel for himself has chosen a fool for counsel. Respectfully inserted into the public record, of course. The president is not on trial. Of that let me be clear. But he cannot stand in the public dock as a trier of his own facts. For the edification of the Guyanese people, I repeat the recommendation made in Demerara Waves on Sunday, July 5 (“Mr. Mohamed asserted; Pres Ali rejected, should do more”). Not an easy call. But what sound judgement and the call of circumstances compel.

Pres Ali has made his initial verbal defenses. Now, he has a duty to follow-up. He must produce his package of corroborating evidence. In all of its slips of paper. In all of its documents and statements from official and commercial sources.                            In the impeccable nature of his estate and ranch story. And in its entirety. Half-measures will not be enough. Half-cocked and half of the story will not suffice. They will fuel more fury, lead to more of the uneasy. For, after all the clamors and curses, this is more than Irfaan Ali on the wire and making the news. This is about the office of the presidency of Guyana.

At a time, when the world is its watching and listening audience. When the world of investors and other interested parties sit around the table as its tribunal.

 Recent history has furnished evidence of Pres Ali developing a veritable cottage industry of his own. Its primary business has been defending his own stumblers. Snatching their feet from consuming fires. Then, massaging them back to some life. It has been a scarred and tainted and odious life. For a secondary servant or a dozen, that may be overlooked. But not for the supreme servant of the people of Guyana in whose hands so must has been placed, so much entrusted.

The short and long, the sweet and sour (and savaging) is that Pres Ali cannot and should not stand in his own defense. In this instance of land and billions, as alleged, such action on his part would be measured as dubious, found wanting. In the circumstances, this whole matter involving what the president has insisted is the result of years of industry and integrity belongs in the domain of open-air inspection and the most thorough dissection.

It is my humble duty to offer this counsel my commander-in-chief.