Almost eight weeks after the West Coast Demerara (WCD) access road was discovered to be deteriorating mere months after its official commissioning, the two contractors responsible for the works have completed rehabilitation works.Residents in the Vreed-en-Hoop area, where construction, was ongoing explained that the works were officially completed on Saturday by BK International and Surrey Paving and Aggregate Company Limited.Coordinator/Chief of Works attached to the Public Infrastructure Ministry, Geoffrey Vaughn noted that the Ministry would be looking closely at quality control to ensure that the road met the required standard.Asked if he is concerned about the quality of work done by the contractors,The rehabilitated section of the Vreed-en-Hoop roadVaughn said he was quite satisfied as residents hardly complained of the road not being up to standard. He added that the Ministry will, however, continue to monitor the West Coast roads, and will check with residents to ensure no other section is deteriorating.Guyana Times reported early last month that the companies began drilling holes to surround the sunken area while conducting tests to find out what was the cause.Residents started worrying as the road works began with hardly any reflectors being used in the construction area.In fact, the Police in D Division (West Demerara-East Bank Essequibo) even confirmed the death of a pedestrian in the area.Guyana Times was told that the pedestrian, Rafeek Khan, 46, also known as “Buck Man”, of Plantain Walk, West Bank Demerara succumbed to his injuries on November 15, after he was struck by a motor car while attempting to cross the road from south to north.This newspaper understands that that section of the road began deteriorating as a result of faulty foundation works previously conducted on the newly-commissioned road.A senior Ministry official had made it clear that the contractors were standing the expenses to conduct repairs to the road, under the defect liability clause in the contract.He explained during a telephone interview that the contract has a defect liability period, which means any defects, which develop – in this case over a year’s time – would have to be repaired by the contractors and not the Ministry.The project, which was undertaken to the tune of some $9.7 billion, was only completed this year.
AD Quality Auto 360p 720p 1080p Top articles1/5READ MOREWalnut’s Malik Khouzam voted Southern California Boys Athlete of the Week So when the doorbell rang, I ignored it. But it was followed by a persistent pounding on the door. I rose, went to the door and glanced through the peep hole to see the retreating back of a young man. I thought nothing of it and returned to the kitchen and picked up my book. A few minutes later, however, I heard through the open patio door the crunch of gravel as someone walked down the side pathway of my house. My heart skipped a beat as I realized no one but my father walked down that pathway, and he wasn’t home. I looked up and to my surprise, I saw the same man that had rung my doorbell earlier. He was a young man, slim, considerably taller and unfamiliar. “Hi, which way is the freeway?” he asked in a friendly voice. At first, I did a mental double-take. I thought that was an extremely odd question to ask. In my nervousness and haste, I gave him general and jumbled directions. The man thanked me and left, and I stared as he nonchalantly walked out the way he came in. As soon as he was out of sight, I immediately closed and locked the door and pulled the blinds. My first thoughts swirled in a storm within my head. It took me a few moments to realize what had just happened and that I was not, unfortunately, dreaming. I stared at the kitchen phone and I thought that it would perhaps be too much to call 9-1-1. After all, I wasn’t in a life-threatening situation, and what if I tied up the line while someone else needed help? So I ended up calling my father, shut all the windows in the house and pulled the curtains. When my father returned, we called the police and I gave them a statement over the phone. A handful of squad cars arrived and while I spoke to two officers, the others started a neighborhood search for the young man. The officers also searched my back yard, with guns drawn, I might add. The officers told me it would’ve been better if I had called 9-1-1 directly in order to get a quick response, and that whenever something like this happened, I shouldn’t think about the degree of the situation, just about getting help. During the next couple of days I thought exclusively about the event. A river of “what ifs” flowed through my mind. What would’ve happened if I had been sitting in another room and the man had entered the house through the unlocked screen door? What if he broke into someone else’s house because I hadn’t called the police earlier and he got away because of it? After my initial thoughts subsided, I realized a few things. First, I had a new appreciation for the Montebello Police Department, who had answered my call promptly. I also realized I did not feel as safe at home as I had before. I feel like my home space was invaded, even if the man had not set foot inside my door. I also feel I must be more careful while at school, especially given the fact that I live so close to Schurr High. It also makes me appreciate the new school policy of a closed campus. Although students won’t be able to go off grounds for lunch, the policy helps keep people out and provides for a safer atmosphere at school. Although it’s one less privilege to enjoy as a senior, a closed campus is a small price to pay for avoiding the feeling of dread in my stomach when I realize that I’m no longer safe. Michelle Tsukamoto, 17, is a senior at Schurr High. She is in marching band and journalism, and plans to study biology in college and become a pathologist or cytologist.160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set! There are some events that we think only happen in newspapers and on news broadcasts, but I recently found myself in one such scenario. I was at home alone and spent the afternoon finishing summer reading assignments in my kitchen. Immersed in the tale of “Billy Budd,” my mind was filled with images of an endless blue ocean and scruffy sailors on a scrubbed wooden deck. While my thoughts about the journal of the “Handsome Sailor” were punctuated by note-taking, they ended with the chime of the doorbell. I’ve been taught since childhood never to answer the door when my parents aren’t home and I’ve never done otherwise.