Satiricus was not one to gloat at the misfortunes of others, but this situation on the catfish trade was a real “SNAFU” for his government – “Situation Normal; All F**ked Up”!! How was he going to explain it away to the fellas down at the Back Street Bar, where he was headed? He smiled as a thought struck him just as he approached their usual table – already forested with beer bottles. He was late.
“Hey fellas!!” exclaimed Satiricus, with a wide grin. “Happy days are here again!!”
“Really?” asked Cappo, doubtfully. “Yuh leada Nagga Man an’ Rum Jhaat open back all dem suga’ estate?”
“Well, not really,” continued Satiricus. “But something almost as good!”
“Well, tell abee na!” exclaimed Bungi. “Wha’ yuh wait fa?”
“You remember when America had their Great Depression?” asked Satiricus.
“Sure, Sato,” said Hari. “Unemployment was sky high and families were starving!!”
“Then you would remember the great American President Roosevelt promised his people, ‘a chicken in every pot’!!”
“Yeah,” admitted Cappo. “Me hear about da! But wha’ da gat fuh do wid abee?”
“My friends, Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat have done better than that!” exclaimed Satiricus. “They just arranged for a Gillbaka in every Guyanese pot!!!”
“Gillbaka?” said Bungi. “A wan whole year now me na taste Gillbaka! ‘E too dear!! How dem do da?”
“Well, two years ago, when they just got into Government, the US told them to improve the sanitary practices to ship Gillbaka,” said Satiricus.
“We know that, Sato,” said Hari curtly. “We read the papers!”
“Yes…but what you don’t know is Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat told our KFC Minister, not to do anything!” confided Satiricus.
“Wha’ de rass dem do da fa?” exploded Cappo. “Now all dem fisha-man guh lose dem US market!!”
“But they now have to sell all the Gillbaka here!” exclaimed Satiricus. “Cheaply!! A Gillbaka in every pot!!”
“An’ Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat do all dis?” asked Bungi sceptically.
“Just for us, fellas!!” exclaimed Satiricus with even more gusto. “My leaders are real strategic thinkers!!”
