Satiricus was exhausted, and his face showed it. His editor had insisted he cover the discussion on Constitutional Change at the UNIVERSITY. And he had to drag himself back home past midnight. He was happy he could unwind at the Back Street Bar with the boys in the Brain Trust. The brew had been flowing for a while now, and the tongues had been lubricated.
“Tell me again wha’ mek dem hol’ de gyaaf a’ de University fa?” asked Bungi. “Me na see none yute de!”
“From the pictures I saw, looks like Guyana is a country for, by, and of, old men!” grinned Hari.
“The youths were all outside playing dominoes and drinking beer in the parking lot,” confessed Satiricus. “I felt like joining them.”
“Da bad, eh?” commiserated Bungi.
“Worse!” confessed Satiricus. “I never knew a bunch of old men could spout so much hot air!”
“Why Sato!!” exclaimed Hari. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about constitutional change!”
“De man leadah, Nagga man and Rum Jhaat na bin deh!” said Bungi slyly. “Da wha’ meh ‘e vex!”
“Not really,” said Satiricus. “One of the old men said the Pee-an-See should change the constitution to give Nagga Man more power.”
“So why you so glum, chum?” grinned Hari.
“I know I’m not the brightest bulb in the room, fellas,” Satiricus conceded, “But how they can change the constitution when no one from the government showed up? They just wasting my time.”
“Dem a waste yuh time, but fuh annada reason,” said Bungi quietly.
“What you mean?” asked Satiricus as he and Hari looked at Bungi.
“Rememba wha Burnt Ham bin seh ‘bout canstitu-shan?” Bungi asked them.
“What he said?” Satiricus asked.
“’E na matta wha canstitu-shan ‘e get,” said Bungi. “Wance ‘e get powah, canstitu-shan gat fuh bow to he!”
“And Pee-an-See got power again,” said Hari quietly. “And Nagga get larwah!