By Lakhram Bhagirat
Unless one ventures into Indigenous communities across Guyana, they can rarely access authentic Indigenous food. Many establishments on the coast would offer cassava bread and pepperpot but it is not the same as what we encounter when visiting Indigenous communities.

Understanding the lack of exposure to a wide array of Indigenous cuisine led 26-year-old Calvin Roberts to team up with two friends – Eion Beaton and Denzil St Hill – to start “Calvin’s Indigenous Cuisine.”
About Calvin Roberts
Calvin, a Laboratory Technician attached to West Demerara Regional Hospital (WDRH), was born in neighbouring Venezuela but migrated to Guyana when he was about two years old. He was raised in the East Bank Essequibo (EBE) community of Zeelugt and as the eldest child, he had the responsibility of caring for his younger siblings while his parents worked.
As a young child, Calvin would have to fetch water for miles and do household chores because both his parents worked to make ends meet. He was a stellar student throughout his school life as well but also endured years and years of bullying in secondary school.
“On many days I didn’t want to go to school but seeing the condition I grew up in, was something I wanted to change. I wanted to be the person to take my family out of poverty. I wanted to repay my parents for all their kindness and sacrifices they’ve made so I endured those years with the little my parents could have afforded,” he said.
Though secondary school was challenging, Calvin made lifelong friends as well as excelled. His love for the sciences saw him graduating as the best science student. He would later go on to pursue studies as a laboratory technician.
“Those two years were the most difficult since I had to travel from Zeelugt to Georgetown for classes. My father fell ill during that period so my mom had to work as a domestic cleaner to see me through my tertiary schooling. I attended classes with just transportation money again and on many days, I walked to classes. I studied extremely hard and burned the midnight oil because the only way I could have repay my mom for her sacrifices was to top the class. This I did with much sacrifices and sleepless nights and in 2012 I graduated as the valedictorian.”