“Mirrors on the ceilings, the pink champagne on ice” They’re living it up at the Hotel Prado

Aug 30, 2010 Features / Columnists, Freddie Kissoon

This is a small country. People see, people talk. There is no place to hide. The trouble the media have is when we write about what we know, you can face a libel suit because there are those who will deny what they told you out of fear, and evidence will be withheld or just disappear. There is so much that the people of Guyana know about the little dictators but fear of physical harm and fear of court action shut up both media and citizenry.
There is talk all over Georgetown of la dolce vita (famous saying from Italy which has become accepted in the English language taken from the brilliant Italian film of the same name – it means pleasurable life) in a large mansion not too far from Georgetown on the lower East Coast. There is an indoor pool. The weekend parties are decadent escapist affairs where heterosexual love and homosexual flings merge in a phantasmagoria of orgiastic debauchery. The little girls glance at the little boys, each contemplating if each practices the safe religion. The Eagles take over and the lyrics penetrate the ambience reaching for a crescendo of ecstasy as the bikinis float away in the artificial blue of the pool.

Here are some of the words of the Eagles’ fantastic, extraordinary song, “Hotel California.”
“Mirrors on the ceilings
The pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are just prisoners here of our own device
In the master’s chamber, the gathered for the feast
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They living it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis”

And what are the alibis of the little dictators? They don’t need any. They do as they like. La dolce vita at Hotel Prado is enjoyed with the people’s money. And how do we know that? Guyana is a small place. People see. People talk. Let’s quote the Stabroek News, speaking to co-owner of Hits and Jams, Kerwin Bollers about last weekend’s episodes of la dolce vita and how the little dictators enjoyed it (yesterday’ Stabroek) “The Police Force was forced to change the security arrangements because of the large number of government officials and dignitaries who turned out.” Here are Bollers’ own words; “We invited a lot of them but we didn’t expect that they would all come.”
How can Bollers not expect them? Doesn’t Bollers know about the pink champagne every weekend at Hotel Prado where girls meet men and boys meet men? Sadly, women are always in short supply at Hotel Prado. Is it an age thing? And who paid for the dictators’ pleasures last weekend over the three days of Jamzone? Let’s quote Bollers again in the Stabroek News; “Bollers said the team cannot disclose the amount (Hits and Jams) received in sponsorship but he pointed out that more than sixty percent of the financing came from sponsors.”
And who were these sponsors? Over to Kerwin again; “Government was a partner in the events this year in addition to several corporate entities including Guyana Times and NCN…Hits and Jams were exempted from paying the related taxes.” Now do you want more evidence of who enjoys la dolce vita in Guyana and who pays for it? When you hear the label Guyana Times, whose names in political circles come up? And NCN’s money is whose money? I may be wrong but I think it is taxpayers. Now you must be wondering who paid Ne-Yo. Kerwin says he cannot disclose Ne-Yo’s payment. Try logical deduction. If 60 percent of Jamzone’s financing came from sponsors and Government was a partner with Hits and Jams, and NCN and Guyana Times threw in their money, then we know who paid Ne-Yo.
I am sorry for Kerwin. Maybe he gave too many details. And who paid for Dawye Bravo and Chris Gayle’s appearance at DJ Stress’ Twenty/20 match recently? DJ Stress hasn’t replied to my e-mails even though over a period he sent me interesting e-mails. Maybe he’s afraid or under stress. Shall I release to my editors the e-mails he sent me? I am about to do so. In the meantime, please listen to the Eagles’ phenomenal song about how la dolce vita destroys the mind. I leave you with some more of its lyrics.
“Last thing I remember
I was heading for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax’ said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You could check any time you like
But you could never leave.”

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