Create your profile at Little Rock Yard — personal or business — and make it look like you. Post reels, go live, stream your game, put up video and pictures. Earn from every view. And the best channels here end up on real radio and real TV.
Berbice built · Guyanese owned · no ID, free to start
Your page, your channel, your story — in your name or whatever name you go by.
For a shop, a service, a band, a church, a school, a promoter — anything with a name over the door.
No ID needed to start. Documents are only for the blue check — and that's for public figures, businesses, public bodies and NGOs who need people to know it's really them.
No creator programme to apply to, no follower minimum to reach first. Your page earns from day one.
Short vertical video, cut and captioned on your phone. Music, sounds, duets and stitches — and every reel earns.
Straight from your phone with a low data mode for interior signal. Viewers tip in Guyanese dollars while you're on.
Chat, raids, alerts and clip export. Console, PC or phone.
Full shows, sermons, matches, documentaries. See exactly what each view earned.
Albums and single shots at full resolution. Nothing downscaled, nothing expires.
Nobody abroad is homesick for a performance. They miss watching somebody cook. They miss the slam of a domino on a table. You don't need a studio, a script or a good camera — you need a pot, a plant, a dog, or a chair in the shade.
Put the pot on and go live. Dhal and roti, cook-up on a Saturday, pepperpot at Christmas, metemgee. People will watch the whole thing, start to finish.
Set up the table and let the camera run. The arguing, the slam, the man who takes too long, and whoever is gatekeeping the double blank all game. Run a yard league if you want one.
Kitchen garden, orchids, the mango tree, bora on a trellis. Show what's coming up and what the rain did to it.
Sit down, pour one, and talk to whoever turns up. Some of the best streams anywhere are just somebody keeping company in the morning.
The dog who owns the yard. The cat on the fence. The parrot who talks back. Nobody ever gets tired of watching somebody's animal.
No plan, no topic. Put the phone on the step and talk. That's a stream, and it earns like any other.
Go live with the pot on. RockYard saves the recipe to your page as you go, so the people watching can cook it next Sunday — and the ones who found you six months later can too.
He started Little Rock with a hotel in the 1980s, built a television station, and then went after a radio licence. The first application went in in the early nineties. He applied again in 1997. He waited more than twenty years.
On 29 March 2014, 88.5 Rock FM went to air — the first radio station Berbice ever had. He had six years of it.
He is also the man who taught his daughter to play dominoes in this yard, and who kept the double blank back all game, every game. She cooked for him.
That was the yard. This is built so other people’s yards outlast them too.
Little Rock is his name. RockYard is the gate he left open.
Most platforms give you a white box and a round picture. Here you design the whole page — and a business can make it match its brand exactly.
Upload your own artwork, a photo, or your shop front. Change it as often as you like.
Round for people, square for logos — because a logo in a circle gets cut.
Pick a theme or set your exact brand colours. Your page carries them everywhere it appears.
Pin a reel to the top, choose whether people land on your reels, your live replays or your shop.
WhatsApp, phone, hours, location, menu, booking form — all on the page, no bio-link workaround.
Cook-up every Saturday from 6am. Pepperpot at Christmas. We go live when the pot open.
Try it — the preview is live.
Advertising and subscription money goes into one pot each month, shared out by watch time. We publish the size of the pot every month so anybody can check their own share.
Illustration only, at an effective G$1.20 per qualifying view. Tips and gifts are on top and are not shared out of the pot. Paid monthly — Guyanese dollars at home, US dollars abroad.
Most people never need it. But when a politician speaks, when a public body posts a notice, or when a business takes money, people have a right to know it's really them.
The check is free and not for sale. Granted on evidence, reviewed yearly, removed if a page changes hands or starts posting as somebody else.
Every other platform tops out at more views. Little Rock owns a radio station, a television channel and a studio — so here the ceiling is actually being on air.
Free, open, live in a minute.
Picked each week and pushed where the audience already is.
A paid slot on 88.5 Rock FM or LRTVS Channel 10, produced at Little Rock Studio.
Netflix will never commission a Berbice drama or record a Guyanese stage production. A subscription tier, a studio, and a country full of work that has never been properly filmed — that is a library, and libraries appreciate.
In Guyana, life does not happen in the front room. It happens in the yard.
The yard is the mango tree and the standpipe and the line of clothes. It is the bench somebody dragged out and never took back in. It is where the pot goes on a Saturday, where the dominoes slam, where the children run until dark, where a wake sits up all night and a wedding spills out the following month. Under a house on stilts it becomes the bottom house — shade in the day, shelter in the rain, and the best room in the house without being a room at all.
And for everybody who left — Queens, Brooklyn, Toronto, London — the yard is still what you mean when you say home. Not the country on the passport. A particular yard, with particular people in it, that you can see when you close your eyes.
The Rock is 88.5. It is the station, the sound, and the man the whole name comes from. Put them together and you get the yard behind the Rock — open gate, everybody welcome, tell your story.
Cook-up, dominoes, wakes, weddings, hair getting braided, somebody's speaker box on too loud.
The space under a stilted house. Shade, shelter, and the place people actually sit.
Ask any Guyanese abroad what they miss and they will describe a yard, not a country.
You don't need an invitation, an ID or an approval queue. You come in, and you're in.
88.5, the sound, and the man the name comes from.
The gate he left open behind it.
No other media house in Guyana can sell you all three surfaces in a single booking.
Roughly as many Guyanese live outside the country as in it — and they are the ones who pay in hard currency to watch home.
New Amsterdam, Corriverton, Rose Hall, Skeldon. Where 88.5 already is.
Georgetown, Linden, Anna Regina — and the interior, built for a weak signal.
Queens, Brooklyn, Toronto, Miami.
London, Paramaribo, Bridgetown, and anywhere people send money home from.
No ID, no documents, no approval queue. Type a name and it's yours.