Satiricus was serious. He was mulling the departure of his old buddy Hari from their bi-weekly sojourn at their Back Street watering hole. Hari had been given a rousing send off and exhorted not to forget his old pals. What could they really say to dissuade him when he just wasn’t able to get a job after being axed from his Government job?
“Wha’ wrang Sato?” asked Cappo. “Yuh face look like yuh jus’ suck lime!”
“Nah man,” Satiricus replied. “I was just thinking about Hari.
“Y’all ain’t gat fuh worry ‘bout Hari, guys,” said Georgie, who had joined the group after returning from New York. “New York cold…but it got a lotta things to warm him up!!”
“An’ a C’ris’mus time now yuh know,” pointed out Bungi. “New Yark guh gat nuff party!”
“But Hari guh miss abee pre-C’ris’muss party in Parli’ment!” laughed Cappo. “De no-canfidence vote!!”
“Bannas, y’all ain’t goin’ nowhere wid dat move!” said Georgie forcefully.
“Georgie, you just came back to Guyana a month now and you talking so fat?” asked Satiricus.
“De maan gat spunks, bai!” said Bungi with a grin, that suggested he realised Georgie was buying their beers.
“I just move back, yes,” conceded Georgie. “But I’s de only man with a die-hard Pee’nSee source!” Georgie had gone into partnership with Pee’nSee friend who’d been given an IT contract but knew zilch about IT.
“An’ wha’ yuh Pee’nSee padna tell yuh?” asked Cappo.
“Dat deh ain’t gat time wid no laang story,” said Georgie with a smirk. “Anybody from their side who break rank gon get a lash pon they head! End a story!!”
“But that’s intimidation!” exclaimed Satiricus. “Aren’t Pee’nSee MP’s supposed to think for themselves?”
“Sato, ah which worl’ yuh come fram?” asked Bungi. “Rememba w’en Burnt Ham heng da trade yoonyan maan ovah de Atlantic from wan helicapta?”
“De trade yooyan man bin a t’ink fuh ‘eself ‘bout ‘e yoontan memba dem!” cackled Cappo. “De Pee’nSee back in force Sato ole buddy!”
“Maybe that’s why Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat talking so much stupidness,” said Satiricus musingly.
