HerStory - A Guyanese Caribbean Novel

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ISBN: 9780615230498

HerStory

Destiny did not knock.

It walked right in and catapulted her into a major political storm. Her emotions got involved. What would she do?

HerStory, a new book by Ingrid Walter Campbell, is the tale of a woman in search of a lamp who, after she has a chance encounter, finds light that will last her a lifetime.
The novel also gives glimpses of a postcolonial, tropical government.

Reviews:
"Once I began reading, I read it in one sitting."
- Guyana Journal.

"Ms. Campbell touches the reader's instincts." - M. S.

EXCERPTS FROM "HERSTORY"

A VISION FROM THE CREATOR

My personal life had a routine all its own. My husband sometimes left the country to take part in various conventions. This did not change the pace of life much. It was just my life. While I was at work, my sons stayed with my neighbours who lived in two houses.

Next door to me was Gladys, the younger woman who took care of my sons if my husband and I wanted to go out in the evenings. They would stay there until the next morning when she would pass them and their belongings over the fence to me.

Three houses away from her home lived her grandmother (the day babysitter) and lots of other relatives who would all take turns to watch over the boys. It was a happy arrangement. Mother Carter was a wonderful woman who loved children and she welcomed the task of caring for my sons. She didn’t need the money and her family was pleased that she was pleased. Were we blessed!
        All this leads up to the fact that I was able to do what came next in my life.
        On February 12, 1987, my husband was on one of his visits overseas. The boys and I were the only ones home. That night as I slept, I had a vision. I dreamed that I was standing on a cliff. The next thing I knew, I was hurtling down into an abyss by my back. I was screaming. I looked up and saw the Department’s Chief Scientist and another man standing on the cliff watching me fall. They just stood there and watched me hurtle to my impending doom. I eventually collected myself and called out for Jesus. Jesus came and took me in his arms and started to rise with me as the dream ended. I woke up in a shock. I repeated the 91^st Psalm which had been taught to me as a prayer for protection by the teachers at the Unity noon service. I was glad that the dream had ended with my being brought out of the abyss but my heart was still troubled by the import of what the fall had meant.
        I wondered who the tall brown skinned man in my dream had been – the one who had watched with the Chief Scientist as I fell.
        I hadn’t long to wait.

A VISIT FROM SOME VISITORS

The next night, Valentine’s night, I was alone in my kitchen frying bakes. Since it was a hot night, I had put on my flimsiest of nightwear. A very transparent green nightie (negligée) was all I was wearing over the bare essential. The light in my kitchen was on while the light in the living room was off. It was a very small house and so only a cabinet separated the living room from the kitchen and dining room. I could see over the top of the cabinet.

Suddenly my front door opened and two men peered in at me. It was the Chief Scientist and the tall brown-skinned man from my dream. While I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me, they opened the door wider, stepped right in and kept advancing. I dropped the spoon, fork whatever it was that I had in my hand and ran...

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