Satiricus was happy he was heading over to the Back Street Bar. He had some good news for the fellas that would hopefully keep the gyaaf away from politics – and him away from the firing line. What could he say when his KFC leaders Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat were silent on the sugar tragedy, yet three old geezers from the WAPA took up cudgels on sugar-workers’ behalf?
“Hey fellas, lets drink to a momentous occasion!” Satiricus raised his beer bottle for a collective clink.
“Suh wha’ abee a drink fa?” asked Bungi, even as he quaffed the brew with gusto.
“Well, let me just say with all the doom and gloom everyone’s going on about,” said Satiricus with a smile. “We’ve done more than our fair share to keep the economy going strong!!”
“An’ how abee do da, when abee na gat wuk?” asked Cappo, with raised eyebrows.
“Budday!” exclaimed Satiricus. “Didn’t your read the papers?”
“Well…yes, I did?” said Hari. “But what does that have to do with our saving the economy?”
“You see…THAT’S the problem with you fellas!” laughed Satiricus. “You only look for things to criticise and you miss the good news!”
“Me know yuh always a talk ‘bout de cup half full,” said Bungi. “Suh which cup abee full dis time?”
“It’s not that we kept any cup full,” said Satiricus. “We kept the bottle empty!!”
“OK…OK.. Sato,” said Cappo exasperatedly. “Tell abee wha’ yuh a talk about rite now, or shut up an’ leh abee drink!”
“That’s the point, fellas,” exclaimed Satiricus. “What do we drink?”
“Beer!” the friends all exclaimed in unison.
“And what kind of beer do we drink?” Satiricus continued.
“Banks!!” shouted his friends.
“Well, because of our commitment to drinking Banks beer, the company just made $3.5 billion!!” said Satiricus. “Let’s drink to our efforts!!”
“Schuups!” Bungi sucked his teeth. “Suh abee mek dem Banks directa a model fancy suit like dem a young bai?”
