Night Shelter Guyana

14/03/2019

15/10/2018

With an humbled heart we erected a new sign at the Shelter on the 12th October, 2018. As we journey through the last lap of 2018, greater things are in store!

11/07/2018

Greetings,

Those of you that supported Mr. Braff's Birthday Celebration last Tuesday can attest that the event was very successful and enjoyable (History in the making).

We were pleased at the response we got from other artistes, family, friends and other supporters. Words are not enough to express how thankful we are for your presence at the occasion and we look forward for your continued support.

Attached are a few images of Mr. Braff for your perusal.

Regards and best wishes!

01/07/2018

On Tuesday July 3, 2018 we will be celebrating Johnny Braff's 81st Birthday. We will be having a great birthday concert hosted by Eze Rocliffe and team. Keep your eyes open and your ears on the floor! Boom!

22/06/2018

On Thursday 22nd June, 2018, a meeting was held to discuss the dynamics of the Night Shelter and to form collaborative efforts.

From left to Right, Ms. Argentina Santa Cruz - Project Manager of International Organisation for Migration, Ms. Sadie Duncan - Social Worker at Night Shelter, Mr. Alfredo Fernandez - Liaison Officer at United High Commissioner for Refugees, Ms. Shayla Fields - Senior Project Assistant at International Organisation for Migration and Ms. Evadnie James, Administrator of Night Shelter.

22/06/2018

The staff and residents were excited to meet Rev. Veron H***y from Bedford Methodist Church at our Bible Club on Tuesday 19th June, 2018.

22/06/2018

On Tuesday 19th June, 2018 Kevin and his team from Kevin's Reflection provided barbering services to the residents of Night Shelter. Their services were well received.

12/06/2018

The Night Shelter continues to provide services to its residents as they are geared towards rehabilitation into society. A few moments ago we we concluded one of our sessions on Substance Abuse. Facilitated by Elder Gordon Younge, Elder Richard Bryden and Elder Johnson Bristol from the Seventh-day Adventist Church.

05/06/2018

The Department of Night Shelter humbly joins with the rest of Guyana to wish our beloved Hon. Minister of Social Protection- Amna Ally a Happy Birthday. Thank you for your services thus far and we wish you lots of joy, long life, peace and happiness. Happy Birthday Minister!

02/06/2018

Three Lessons from this picture:
1. Sometimes the best response to provocation is not to fight 2. Not all opportunities are to be taken. Some are traps.
3. A person can become so determined to destroy another person that they become blind and end up destroying themselves.

02/06/2018

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.


I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.



The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit to***co into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

By Meggie Royer