As a Guyanese living in Toronto for too long now, I don’t get to savour things Guyanese a lot, unless I make it myself. So when the Toronto Independence Day Festival came around June 23 (Still too cold here in Toronto on May 26) this year, I revelled in nationalist pride and wrapped myself in my flag for a day. Little did I know what was in store for me.
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