Why Bamboo Fire?
Perspective over performance. Thought over theatre.
We named this Bamboo Fire because of what it evokes: a sudden, ephemeral flare.
Ephemeral, yes, but also impossible to ignore.
A bamboo fire lays no claim to the eternal, but the moment it lights, it clears the air.
That felt like the right metaphor for what we're trying to achieve here — to make space, however ephemeral, for reflection that cuts through the noise, and the tension.
Guyana is growing at a pace our ancestors never even dared to dream.
Projects break ground.
Old systems, colonial and self-imposed, strain, and new ones take shape.
And yet, so much of our conversations about these shifts feels... stuck.
Some voices in the press have made skepticism their default posture.
Their headlines scream that something must be wrong, simply because it's happening under this government.
And often, they sound rehearsed and coordinated rather than honest and reflective.
We aren’t here to echo that.
And we aren’t here to cheer blindly either.
It’s not polished consensus we’re after.
It’s clarity.
Perspective.
A kind of honesty that doesn’t need to posture.
Some of us support the government. Others don’t.
What we share is a belief that our public life deserves better than the daily rush to outrage.
We write about policy, memory, culture — from where we have come and to where we are headed.
Some pieces will challenge.
Others might simply observe.
But all are rooted in pure love of country:
for this place,
for its story,
for what lies in-store.
We won't pretend to be neutral.
But we will be thoughtful.
We're not afraid of disagreement — only of dullness.
If something here speaks to you, stay with it.
If it unsettles you, even better.
We’re not here to go viral.
We’re here to say something that lasts a little longer than the next headline.
Let the fire catch.
Let this mean something.
And if it does — then
— pass it on.
Cuz bamboo fiah mek so.