Satiricus was very troubled. He’s been following the increasingly bitter debate that followed Prezzie’s bold action to break the political logjam. And Satiricus figured that was a pretty good metaphor, since he’d seen how his uncle dealt with logjams when he brought logs from the interior. Wasn’t pretty – but drastic intervention was necessary.
“Wha’ yuh mout’ a hang dong suh laang, fa?” asked Bungi as Satiricus took his seat at the Back Street Bar.
“Man, don’t you see how this thing becoming racial?” replied Satiricus.
“Which t’ing?” asked Cappo, slyly.
“Don’t play the fool with me, Cappo,” said Satiricus with some heat, “You know damn well I’m talking about Prezzie’s decision.”
“Sato, you know everything in Guyana ‘racial’,” said Hari. “Even with your KFC party.”
“What you mean by that?” asked Satiricus sounding even more heated.
“Well, nah yuh leadah Nagga Man seh how he bring in 11% Indian las’ election?” answered Bungi. “An’ da how ‘e tu’n Prime Minista? Da racial!”
“I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing,” said Satiricus huffily.
“But a de same t’ing!” insisted Cappo. “An’ a wan good t’ing!”
“It’s a good thing for us to be dividing into two racial camps?” demanded Satiricus.
“Budday!! Abee always divide in two camp when elek-shan time!” observed Bungi. “Jus’ dem pala-tishian like fuh pretend abee a bhai-bhai!”
“That’s righ,t Sato,” said Hari. “People now becoming honest.”
“Nah…dem pala-tishan still na ‘anest,” said Bungi. “Yuh na see a only wan set a people a write fuh de Pee an’ See an’ anadda set a write fuh de Pee-an’-See?”
“Even those who said there was no such thing like ‘race’!” chuckled Hari.
“But I’m afraid this thing will get out of control,” said Satiricus.
“Nah worry, Sato,” said Cappo. “Ev’ryt’ing guh tu’n right by Chrismuss when abee drink ginja beer and eat black cake!!”
“Den abee guh see abee a waan!” said Bungi.
They clinked their bottles to that!
