Satiricus was still recovering from his Easter excesses. If Easter was the time of the year that folks went to great length to get their kites high – Satiricus figured he was doing his patriotic duty to do the same – with himself. But it did take a toll, he said to himself ruefully, as he ambled carefully to the Back Street Bar.
“Hey Sato,” called out Bungi boisterously as Satiricus winced, “yuh look terrible, maan! Like yuh really injai yuhself again!!”
“I had to carry him home from the seawall, as you know fellas,” said Hari. “And lemme tell you, Satiricus wasn’t only celebrating Easter!”
“Wha’ else a guh laang?” demanded Cappo as Satiricus carefully sat down in his chair. “Yuh na tell abee nuthin’!”
“He figured you fellas would get on his case,” explained Hari. “His leader Nagga Man is returning to Guyana this week.”
“An’ yuh a CELEBRATE?” asked Bungi incredulously. “Wha’ fa?”
“It’s the same thing I was worried about,” said Satiricus at last. “The man had a heart attack and he’s now better, why shouldn’t I celebrate?”
“If dem bin gi’e Nagga Man wan new heart,” said Cappo, “me wou’da anderstaan. But a de same man who fo’get all ayou who vote fuh am?”
“You fellas don’t know what goes on behind the scene,” said Satiricus earnestly. “Nagga Man has his hand in the tiger’s mouth…so he has to pat its head.”
“Na gi’e me all dem Nancy story,” said Bungi sharply. “’E haan in tigah mout’ because ‘e push am out fuh get de big cheque!!”
“Budday, we have to get somebody to work from INSIDE!” replied Satiricus desperately.
“Inside?” said Hari with his eyebrows reaching his hairline. “The Pee-an’-See have Nagga Man so far outside, he has to wait in line to use the OP washroom!!”
“That’s not fair,” protested Satiricus. “Nagga Man is a key man in the coalition!”
“’E BIN de key man!” said Cappo with a grin. “’But ‘e gi’e Pee-an-see de key fuh get in guvment…and now dem lack am out!!”
Satiricus groaned as he placed his head in his hands.
